Was it noir, literary, or pulp fiction?

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I BELIEVE THAT most authors – at least the ones I know – realize that we are locked into a specific world of genres, and we don’t know exactly where our novels fit. They can fit in a lot of places and sometimes in no place at all, and when they don’t the novels are called mainstream fiction, and that’s a foggy genre without any foreseeable or legitimate definition.

On Caleb and Linda Pirtle, we are serializing Empowered, and I asked Darlene Jones: “Which genre best describes the novel?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Give me an idea,” I said.

“Well,” Darlene told me, “It’s a romance that’s written as a thriller and falls into the science fiction category.”

Confused?

So was I.

So was she.

All I know is that Darlene has written a really good book.

What it is doesn’t make any difference in the world.

All we want to do is write novels, and most of us don’t worry about being tied up by a specific genre.

We simply want to tell a story.

Unfortunately, others feel obligated to come along and tell us what we’ve written.

As I’ve said before, I thought I was turning out thrillers.

“No,” I was told, “you’re turning out historical fiction.”

“Why?” I asked

“They take place in the 1940s.”

“They possess all of the earmarks of thrillers,” I argued.

“Wrong time,” I was told.

Wrong place.

Dashiell Hammett
Dashiell Hammett

I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve read the works of Raymond Chandler Dashiell Hammett, and Jim Thompson. I don’t believe I write historical fiction. I think I write noir, in the wrong time and wrong place, perhaps, but fiction that cuts straight to the chase of a literary nightmare. It’s not horror. But even those without a conscience feel guilty.

Chandler, Hammett, and Thompson all wrote noir. They didn’t know it, but they did.

And I like what they wrote.

Their narrative and dialogue had style.

They wrote in a distinctive voice.

Hard-boiled, perhaps.

But distinctive.

Now it may be called noir fiction, but when they wrote it, their short stories and novels were labeled as pulp fiction or dime novels.

I feel comfortable writing pulp fiction.

Dime novels work just as well.

Noir, I read, describes a dark novel written like a black and white movie and using dramatic lighting, gritty settings, and iconic visuals to tell gripping tales full of deceit, nihilism, paranoia, and crime.

It works for me.

Raymond Chandler said that Hammett wrote for people with a sharp, aggressive attitude to life. They were not afraid of the seamy side of things; they live there. Violence did not dismay them; it was right down their street. Hammett gave murder back to the kind of people that commit it for reasons, not just to provide a corpse … He put these people down on paper as they were, and he made them talk and think in the language they customarily used for these purposes.

How did he treat them?

Take a look at his dialogue?

“She grinned at me. ‘You got types?’
‘Only you darling – lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.” 

Or:

“Who shot him? I asked.
The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.”
Or from The Maltese Falcon:

“We didn’t exactly believe your story.’
Then –?’
‘We believed your two hundred dollars.’
‘You mean –‘ She seemed not to know what he meant.
‘I mean that you paid us more than if you’d been telling the truth,’ he explained blandly, ‘and enough more to make it all right.” 

In the words of Dashiell Hammett’s Sam Spade:

“When a man’s partner is killed he’s supposed to do something about it. It doesn’t make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you’re supposed to do something about it. Then it happens we were in the detective business. Well, when one of your organization gets killed, it’s bad business to let the killer get away with it. It’s bad all around – bad for that one organization, bad for every detective everywhere.

Hammett was a brilliant writer.

So was Chandler.

But even their work paled when compared to the prose of James Thompson.

He was he king of pulp fiction.

He invented American noir.

Just read a passage from his novel, Pop. 1280:

“I’d been in that house a hundred times, that one and a hundred others like. But this was the first time I’d seen what they really were. Not homes, not places to live in, not nothing. Just pine-board walls locking in the emptiness. No pictures, no books – nothing to look at or think about. Just the emptiness that was soaking in me here.

“And then suddenly it wasn’t here, it was everywhere, every place like this one. And suddenly the emptiness was filled with sound and sight, with the sad terrible things that the emptiness had brought people to … Because that’s the emptiness thinking and you’re already dead inside, and all you’ll do is spread the stink and the terror, the weeping and wailing, the torture, the starvation, the same of your deadness. Your emptiness.”

Once upon a time, it was called pulp fiction.

Now it’s referred to as noir.

But their words read like literary fiction to me, literary fiction that’s lost on the bad side of town, on the wrong side of the street, and abandoned in a dark and dead-end alley where literary fiction if never allowed to go.

Please click the book cover image to read more about Caleb Pirtle III and his books. Secret of the Dead is available as an audiobook, narrated by Stephen Woodfin.

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