J.D. MacDonald ~ Or Reading Outside of One's Genre

I consider myself a SF/F reader by preference and inclination, Gentle Reader. But I guess you could say I'm writer enough to appreciate a really good author no matter what their genre. You know, the kind that actually chuck you out of the world they have created with a sentence or a paragraph so beautifully written you can do nothing but pause and appreciate the art of it. I have a few literary types in my ken: Margret Atwood, for example. Sadly, they usually aspire to the noble title of novelist dejour, none of that dirty commercial or genre tagging thank you very much. I don't go out of my way to read them, much as I appreciate the skillz. I actually don't enjoy being chucked out of the world I'm absorbed in. Also, I tend to dislike their subject matter as it's generally pretty depressing.

Back in the 1960s when a paperback book cost $1.95 and pulp fiction was on firm footing, a certain gentleman named John D. MacDonald invented a character called Travis McGee. Yes ~ his books are mysteries, often quite violent and gruesome. Yes ~ they are alpha male occasionally anti-woman. No ~ I don't read them for pleasure. No ~ I don't own any myself. But I think he's probably the best writer America has ever produced.

Just look at this set up for a fight scene:

"He stood up, impressively tall and broad. "You insulted the lady."
The lady was sitting erect, buttoning her blouse. The lady said, "Deck him, Lew!" Sick him, Rover. He swarmed at me, obedient as any dog.
I am tall, and I gangle. I look like a loose-jointed, clumsy hundred and eighty. The man who takes a better look at the size of my wrists can make a more accurate guess. When I get up to two twelve I get nervous and hack it back on down to two oh five. As far as clumsiness and reflexes go, I have never had to use a flyswatter in my life. My combat expression is one of apologetic anxiety. I like them confident. My stance is mostly composed of elbows."

Brilliant! I'm not a good enough writer to describe how good he is. Unfortunately for him, like Picasso producing only postcards, he never got credit as a writer because he produced only pulp mysteries (and one, extremely hard to find but wonderful, collection of sci-fi shorts). He still, to this day, has a small but rabid fan base (Spider Robinson is reputed to be one). They ought to teach this man in schools. Commercial fiction, baby, is all too often underrated.

You don't have to take my word for it: Jared over at Pornokitsch also loves J.D.

{Gail's monthly read along for August is My Man Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse}


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