About Lori Berhon

Lori Berhon is a New-York based novelist and playwright. Her work is distinguished for its intelligence and for the vivid humanity of even her most impossible characters. She is actually taller, slimmer and far more elegant than she appears to be.

Chapter Books?

(re-blogged from BookLikes)

I’m probably about to get myself in trouble with a lot of you by saying this, but I’m getting grumpy about this new chapter book phenom. I’m not talking about books written in chapters. I’m talking about “books” that are chapters.

Just to be clear. I don’t mean entries in a trilogy or whatever. Plenty of stories legitimately require being broken into multiple pieces. It may take the combined volumes to tell the full scope of the story, but each book in such a series (take The Hunger Games trilogy for a contemporary example) has its own complete dramatic arc and feels satisfying to read. Nor am I pointing a finger at series fiction. I would never! I love series fiction. Am kind of addicted to it. When a book plunges me into a vivid world and introduces me to wonderful characters, I’m delighted to think that world and those characters are going to continue beyond the one story. When a series ends, whether or not the end was forecast, it’s a special kind of torture to reach the last book and understand that the door to this world has closed.

No, what gets me grumpy is this marketing phenomenon whereby a single story arc is broken up and published as multiple books.

Maybe I’m wrong to fuss. After all, in the 19th century, serial novels were the epitome of storytelling. What we’re seeing now is simply one more instance of the 21st century recycling culture. Except, back when Dickens was a bright young thing, readers knew they’d only be getting a bit of book each month or quarter. And each chunk of a 19th century serial wasn’t asked to stand on its lonesome; they were published in periodicals that offered readers plenty of other food for thought.

I guess I’m a relic of the 20th century. I was trained to expect my novels to come complete. I can read them at my own pace, but all the bits and pieces the author had planned are delivered to me in one parcel. I like it that way. When I accidentally wander into one of these new modular novels, I feel I’m being manipulated into one of those marketing schemes where I’m assured “you can cancel-at-any-time!”

If you’re still not sure what I’m talking about, take Elizabeth Hunter’s “Elemental Mysteries” as an example. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed A Hidden Fire tremendously, and I think Hunter is a good writer. But the rest of the story, carefully disassembled so that there would be a book for each element and padded out with battle and sex scenes of ever-increasing redundancy, was only enough for one more novel. Not three. Oh, it’s smart business, this chopping things up! And, if Hunter weren’t a good writer, the ploy it wouldn’t have worked, at least not on me. I can respect this, even as I say that, despite Hunter’s talent and my enjoyment of much of her story, I feel like a mark.

I published my own 500 page novel this year. One novel. It’s the first entry of what I have every intention of building into a series. A trend-savvy friend actually advised me to break up this book and market the digital version as four pieces. Her logic was that “people today are intimidated by long books.” I objected, holding fast to Diana Gabaldon. I also observed that my book has no reasonable break points for this kind of packaging; The Upsilon Knot has multiple characters, and the various arcs aren’t synchronized. My practical friend said it didn’t matter; if anything, this would help sales, as people would get to the end of one piece and absolutely have to grab the next one. She assured me I’d have more readers; and by selling 4 pieces at $1.99 rather than the whole book for $6.99, I’d be making more money off of each one. I appreciate her marketing wisdom as much as her friendship but, pragmatic as it is, I can’t swallow it down. I’ve analyzed the table of contents for potential breaks but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I imagine someone reading part 1, coming to the end of what is really Chapter 7, and feeling let down because, well, it’s clear that the story is only just beginning!

Am I wrong in this? Do readers honestly prefer to have a story broken up into bits?

“Fan Fiction”

(as posted on Medium, January 2014)

Though I’ve been reading scifi and fantasy since I was a kid, it wasn’t until I started working in the tech community that I learned about fan fiction (feel free to supply your own Venn diagram). What we usually think of as “fan fiction” may have begun as small circles of like-minded people swapping cheap photocopies but, with the internet serving as both incubator and distributor, it’s blossomed. Recent events, such as the continued whopping success of Fifty Shades of Grey and Hugh Howey bestowing his approval on Silo stories published under the new Kindle Worlds canopy, have pushed this form of storytelling smack dab into the middle of the main stream.

I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about this. Some of my own narrative fiction borrows generously from history, but not from other fiction (at least not consciously!). Nevertheless, as a consumer bombarded by sampling and re-boots and spin-offs, I find myself wondering: when we say “fan fiction,” what do we actually mean? I’ve always taken it to mean that the world of the story, or perhaps even some characters, are borrowed from another writer. Interesting that this describes an entire universe of Star Trek-inspired fiction and also applies to Terry Pratchett’s Dodger and Peter Carey’s Jack Maggs (both spun off from Dickens). So this category I have to call “possibly-fan-fiction” is limited neither to amateurs nor to those who want to extend a scifi universe.

There are any number of reasons why even an established writer might choose to take on someone else’s world. Backstories are particularly irresistable; after all, protagonists meet so many fascinating others. How can you help but try and imagine what it was that made Miss Havisham (Ronald Frame’s Havisham) or the Wicked Witch of the West (Gregory Maguire’s Wicked) what they were? Bertha Rochester was nothing but a plot device until Jean Rhys’s staggering Wild Sargasso Sea. As well as backstories there are sidebars, potentially fascinating “meanwhile, back at the farm” behind-the-scenes that run parallel to the thread of the source; consider Tom Stoppard’s brilliant Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, or Longbourn, Jo Baker’s recent “downstairs” view of Pride and Prejudice.

Sometimes there’s a desire to continue a popular story line after the death of the original author. Oz continued after Baum’s death, Bond after Fleming’s, just to name two. I should think that, regardless of whether writing out of love or for hire, a writer would need to be something of a fan to absorb him or herself in another person’s world to the extent necessary to continue it. So why aren’t such books referred to as fan fiction? Does the authorized passing of the torch, such as Brian Herbert continuing his father’s Dune world, or the Wodehouse estate’s endorsement of Sebastian Faulk’s Jeeves and the Wedding Bells, bestow sufficient gravitas on a work to place it on the “legitimate” shelf? If so, what about when authorization is a grey area or even a non-issue: the public domain Pride and Prejudice has inspired numerous spinoffs, sequels and riffs, for stage and screen as well as print; yet these, like the hundred of Holmes-inspired stories (and more to come, now that Holmes, too, is ruled to be in the public domain), many by notable writers, have never suffered from the fan fiction stigma.

Clearly it’s not just your co-worker or your best friend’s stepson who gets inspired by previous writers; some pretty big names have passed this way. What then decides how a work of fiction-inspired-by-other-fiction ought to be labeled? It would be simplistic to assume it’s based on the degree of reinvention or the quality of the writing. Personal taste makes quality subjective. For example, I agree that, despite its flaws, Margot Livesey’s 20th century version of Jane Eyre (The Flight of Gemma Hardy) belongs on the same shelf as her other work. On the other hand, although Geraldine Brooks’ March, a backstory of the father of the Little Women, won a Pulitzer, I was underwhelmed; if you’d passed it to me as a pdf and said it was a student exercise in creative writing, I’d have given it a B-minus.

Does the mere fact of mainstream publishing decide the point? Publishing is a form of educated gambling, relying on assumptions of marketability that are based on analysis of historic markets. Though widely-panned, Alexandra Ripley’s best-selling Scarlett proved to be a sound business call by Warner Books. It seems to me that commercial publishing houses have done well by harboring, perhaps nurturing, fan fiction all along! Good original writing, particularly by an unproven writer, is a much bigger gamble and often ends up on the slush pile. More and more writers, reactively or preemptively, are opting to forgo the appraisal process and are taking their original stories directly to the public, using the same self-publishing tools embraced by the fan fiction community. So Hugh Howey’s admirable original Wool was initially released with the same tools and in the same venue as the flow of Silo world fan fiction to which it gave rise.

The more I reflect on this, the more question marks and quotation marks I see. “Fan Fiction?” Is it an out-dated label or a charmingly Warholian hi/lo construct. Either way, with a culture that ever more embraces the comfort of the familiar, fiction-inspired-by-other-fiction is here to stay.

(semi-secret) New Year’s Gift to Friends & Fans

I knew there was an emotional synergy between Under the Bus (my active WIP, set in a contemporary urban American workplace), and the dystopian future I chose to explore as my 2013 NaNoWriMo project.  I’d expected, therefore, to get a much-needed boost of energy from a November spent working on PQR.

As usual, NaNo delivered. But Under the Bus, which I thought would be a piece of cake to write, turns out to be riddled with sticky bits.  This month I discovered that a good trick for pushing through is to take a little detour (if you’ll pardon the expression) back to the future.

With PQR moving apace, and since I always get a kick out of finding Easter Eggs on creative sites, I’ve posted the prologue on this website as a  New Year’s gift (admittedly kind of strange!) to friends and fans.

Enjoy?