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As a thriller writer in the 21st century, several
things gum me up. Like a bug caught in a fly-strip, though, I keep struggling,
fluttering my wings over the keyboard.
Technology has stomped on good ol’-fashioned thrills and
chills. Edge of the seat, run for your life suspense sequences have morphed
into guys looking at computer screens. Bah. If I desired that as entertainment,
I would’ve never left the corporate sector. (There is one minor plus, though:
in books, you don’t smell the “cubicle odor.”)
I liked the old thrillers when finding a phone booth and a
quarter qualified as a life-saver. Nowadays, characters stop at Starbucks, get
their java on, plug in, and cybernetically—magically!—find whatever they want. Computers
and the “geeks” who wizard over them pull off a seemingly endless stream of deus
ex machina. There’s always a guy who can “hack” into any database. Always.
In nanoseconds! Like on all of those TV police procedurals where the stereotypical
“goth” girl pulls up information on anybody with hi-tech equipment dreamed up
in some writer’s head.
Having said that, I, too, have used “that guy” in my
suspense series, Killers Incorporated.
These days, it’s hard to ignore technology. But I generally strive to take the
road less traveled, working hard to earn my thrills the old school route. Lots
of chases, brawls, explosions, double-crosses, unsavory characters, etc. And
yes, there’s still “that guy” when I get stumped on a plot point.
I try not to use “that guy” too much. As a writer, he makes
me lazy. Predictable. Ultimately boring.
Sigh. But nowadays “that guy” is an unfortunate necessary
evil.
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Another change I’ve noticed in thrillers is a heavy reliance
on psychology. Back in the day, thriller writers never offered reasons why
jerks threw wheelchair-bound old ladies downstairs. They just did it. Gleefully
so. No reader really lost sleep over the reason behind it either. The villain just
epitomized evil and that was good enough for an earlier, starkly good-or-evil
(innocent in a way) era.
These days, readers want “motivation.” Background. Why are
the villains evil?
I dunno, ask my high school bullies. They never offered any
reasons for their behavior. But it was always painfully clear who to run from.
Is it pure coincidence that the first four letters of “analysis”
are “anal?” I think not. Freud, I’m looking at you. Regardless, nowadays more
sophisticated thriller readers demand reasons behind villains’ psychotic
behavior. Back stories involving horrible bed-wetting, whatever. Fine, I’ll cop
to supplying background motivation to most of my serial killers in the Killers
Incorporated trilogy. Except it takes out some of the mystique, the fun of their
villainy. That’s why I never delve into “The Man with the Shoebox’s” past. Some
things are better off left unstated and he’s one of my favorite characters for
it (Just what is in his shoebox anyway?).
Today’s thriller readers like the world of high-tech espionage,
populated with rooms full of spies punching buttons and breaking into covert
databases. Me? I still prefer heroes who punch faces and physically break into
evil corporations’ headquarters. That’s the Killers
Incorporated trilogy, an ode to good ol’ fashioned thrills and chills,
topped with a dose of sardonic black humor.
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