Original Essays
My Black Lizard Story
by Jason Starr
This happened around 1990. I was on line at a
bookstore in Manhattan, preparing to pay for my purchase, when
I spotted a rack of books near the checkout counter with a special
sale price of two dollars each. The books had lurid, provocative
covers of scantily clad women and tough-looking guys, reminiscent
of 1950s pulp novels not that I really knew what a 1950s
pulp novel was. I'd read some Mickey Spillane as a teenager
and I was a fan of film noir from the forties and fifties, but
I hadn't read any noir-crime fiction from that era.
Figuring I couldn't go wrong for two bucks, I bought one
of the books: A
Swell-Looking Babe by Jim Thompson. I'm a slow reader
and it usually takes me at least a week to read a book, but
I finished the Thompson novel in one sitting. I'd never read
anything like it before. The writing was clear and fast paced,
and it didn't take itself too seriously. It was hilarious
and disgusting at the same time, and it had an enjoyable,
nasty edge that made you feel dirty but good. It was definitely
the type of page-turner you don't forget about a day or two
after you read it.
When I discovered A Swell-Looking Babe, I was in
graduate school, completing my master's degree in playwriting,
so I was reading a lot of plays at the time. Previously, in
high school and college, I hadn't read anything other than
the classics and literary fiction that were assigned to me
in English classes. When I did read on my own, over summers
and vacations, I usually read classics and literary fiction,
mainly because I hadn't been exposed to other types of fiction.
Consequently, when I began writing in college, like the typical
creative writing student in the eighties, my early short stories
mimicked the style of Hemingway
and Carver.
Nothing against these two masters, but I think it's a major
fault in the curriculums of many creative writing programs
that students are encouraged to write the type of stories
that the New Yorker usually publishes, and that writing
genre fiction is looked down upon. Even from a practical perspective,
this viewpoint makes little sense since it's so difficult
to make a living writing any type of fiction, yet mystery,
science fiction and romance fiction are such major markets.
But getting back to my Black Lizard story...
After graduate school, when I escaped the 18-year prison
of forced English education, I continued reading crime fiction,
often walking around Manhattan, broke and unemployed, with
a Black Lizard novel in my back pocket. During this period,
I read most of Thompson,
including my favorites of his, A
Hell of a Woman and The
Killer Inside Me, and discovered James
M. Cain, David
Goodis, Charles
Willeford, Charles
Williams, Harry
Whittington and others. I found a similarity in style
between the great noir writers of the fifties and sixties
and the writing of many of my favorite playwrights, such as
Samuel
Beckett, Harold
Pinter, Dario
Fo, and David
Mamet. In addition to having a similar economy and spareness
in their writing, the works of the great post-modern playwrights
and the pulp masters have a shared cynical view of the world
and darkly bleak humor.
I soon discovered that the Black Lizard Press books had
been on sale that day because the small Berkeley-based imprint
had merged with Random House's Vintage Crime (the publisher
of Dashiell
Hammett, Raymond
Chandler, etc.) to form Vintage Crime/Black Lizard. Over
the next several years, VC/BL brought out their own editions
of many of the the Black Lizard novels, packaging the books
in a terrific literary style, while maintaining the original
pulp feel. Over the next several years, I read more Thompson,
Willeford and Cain, and discovered many other great writers,
including Richard
Neely, Andrew
Vachss, Vicki
Hendricks, Robert
Edmond Alter and, a personal favorite, Patricia
Highsmith.
Inspired by my hellish experiences working as a part-time
telemarketer, I wrote my first novel, Cold
Caller, which W.W. Norton published in 1998. Although
the novel chronicled the disturbed life of a twenty-something
wannabe ad-exec in Manhattan, it was heavily influenced by
the noir writers I'd admired for years. A few years later,
for my fourth novel, I had a chance to move to Vintage Crime/Black
Lizard, which was a dream come true. Hard
Feelings (2002), about a computer-networking salesman
who is haunted by a repressed memory, was the first original
novel that Vintage Crime/Black Lizard ever published. This
year, to kick off the Lucky 13 promotion, VC/BL has just published
my new novel Tough
Luck (2003), a coming-of-age crime novel set in Brooklyn
in 1984. Over the next couple of years, I'll be doing two
more books for the imprint.
Currently, my reading tastes vary. I read literary fiction,
non-fiction, and current crime fiction, but I also read a
lot of old Gold Medal pulp novels, by such authors as Lionel
White, Vin
Packer, and Gil
Brewer. It's hard to say precisely what book or books
influenced me the most, but whenever I'm asked this question
I always think about that lucky day in Manhattan when I purchased
my first Black Lizard novel.
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