Writing the Bad Guys
(This is a posting I did for another blog about 'Writing the Bad Guys')
I get asked a lot about the process of writing about 'the bad guys' in my books. It's a fair question, as they're such a big part of what I do.
Coming up with the villain of the piece is, really, one of my favorite things. In the Smoky Barrett series, I've intentionally chosen to write about bad guys that are a cut above the norm. In other words, they're not just the bagger at the supermarket that's taken a shine to making women scream. They generally have long term plans driven by long term motives.
The first question, for me, is always 'what do they do?' What's their twist? What floats their boat, when it comes to killing? Serial murder is almost always a form of sexual substitution. It's a sexual act, in other words. I take a look at it from that perspective first. The next question becomes: why are they doing it? Do they come from an abusive childhood? If so, is there something specific in their history of abuse that drives them to perform murder in the way they do?
I approach the psychology of it from two directions. One is general. By that I mean, there are traits almost all serial killers have in common, a kind of 'mental bedrock.' For example, if you want to get a feeling for what a serial killer is like, you need to understand how a sociopath thinks. You need to understand that to a sociopath, you or I have as much spiritual significance as a hammer or a deck chair. We're things, not people. You really have to get a grip on the hugeness of that concept. On first blush, that seems obvious. 'Yeah, okay. Sure.' But give yourself time to really get your mind around it, and you start to see just how alien such a mindset is. The Sociopath Next Door, by Dr. Martha Stout, is an excellent reference. I also read 'Mind Hunter' by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker.
Along this same line, I acquired the textbook 'Practical Homicide Investigtion', which is really invaluable from a forensic standpoint for any crime or thriller writer, but is also absolutely horrifying to read. It's filled with graphic photographs and representations of actual homicides, and, again, it serves to demonstrate the gulf between most of us and those who kill for pleasure. I remember reading that book the first time and being filled with this incredible, visceral revulsion. Then I thought, 'wow, the guys I write about, a lot of them, are sexually aroused by this stuff.' It was a thought that literally gave me a sleepless night.
The next thing I look at as I'm crafting a killer is more specific. He likes to kill people, fine. But why? Really, why? What happened to him or her? Did anything happen? Was he just 'born bad?' This is a person, however twisted, and he has to be three-dimensional. One of things that's disturbing and fascinating when you research guys like Dahmer or Bundy is that you find out about the normal parts of their lives and not just the twisted sides. In many ways, it's more comfortable to keep them simple and black and white...
How does it all affect me? Writing about this kind of thing? Well, sometimes it gets to me. I'm human, and (yes it's true) I am not a serial killer! This stuff can be really disturbing, and I've certainly had my moments. But... it's fiction. I'm thankful I don't have to deal with this in reality. However many interviews I read, or photographs I see, I've never had to walk in on a crime scene, or deliver news to a grieving family, or listen to a cannibalistic serial killer (as I saw on a documentary, once) tell me that I'd taste good with some salt.
Anytime I'm feeling a little bit shook up, I remember that and I'm thankful.
I get asked a lot about the process of writing about 'the bad guys' in my books. It's a fair question, as they're such a big part of what I do.
Coming up with the villain of the piece is, really, one of my favorite things. In the Smoky Barrett series, I've intentionally chosen to write about bad guys that are a cut above the norm. In other words, they're not just the bagger at the supermarket that's taken a shine to making women scream. They generally have long term plans driven by long term motives.
The first question, for me, is always 'what do they do?' What's their twist? What floats their boat, when it comes to killing? Serial murder is almost always a form of sexual substitution. It's a sexual act, in other words. I take a look at it from that perspective first. The next question becomes: why are they doing it? Do they come from an abusive childhood? If so, is there something specific in their history of abuse that drives them to perform murder in the way they do?
I approach the psychology of it from two directions. One is general. By that I mean, there are traits almost all serial killers have in common, a kind of 'mental bedrock.' For example, if you want to get a feeling for what a serial killer is like, you need to understand how a sociopath thinks. You need to understand that to a sociopath, you or I have as much spiritual significance as a hammer or a deck chair. We're things, not people. You really have to get a grip on the hugeness of that concept. On first blush, that seems obvious. 'Yeah, okay. Sure.' But give yourself time to really get your mind around it, and you start to see just how alien such a mindset is. The Sociopath Next Door, by Dr. Martha Stout, is an excellent reference. I also read 'Mind Hunter' by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker.
Along this same line, I acquired the textbook 'Practical Homicide Investigtion', which is really invaluable from a forensic standpoint for any crime or thriller writer, but is also absolutely horrifying to read. It's filled with graphic photographs and representations of actual homicides, and, again, it serves to demonstrate the gulf between most of us and those who kill for pleasure. I remember reading that book the first time and being filled with this incredible, visceral revulsion. Then I thought, 'wow, the guys I write about, a lot of them, are sexually aroused by this stuff.' It was a thought that literally gave me a sleepless night.
The next thing I look at as I'm crafting a killer is more specific. He likes to kill people, fine. But why? Really, why? What happened to him or her? Did anything happen? Was he just 'born bad?' This is a person, however twisted, and he has to be three-dimensional. One of things that's disturbing and fascinating when you research guys like Dahmer or Bundy is that you find out about the normal parts of their lives and not just the twisted sides. In many ways, it's more comfortable to keep them simple and black and white...
How does it all affect me? Writing about this kind of thing? Well, sometimes it gets to me. I'm human, and (yes it's true) I am not a serial killer! This stuff can be really disturbing, and I've certainly had my moments. But... it's fiction. I'm thankful I don't have to deal with this in reality. However many interviews I read, or photographs I see, I've never had to walk in on a crime scene, or deliver news to a grieving family, or listen to a cannibalistic serial killer (as I saw on a documentary, once) tell me that I'd taste good with some salt.
Anytime I'm feeling a little bit shook up, I remember that and I'm thankful.



8 Comments:
Im in shock! You're NOT a serial killer. :p
I can imagine that you've had a couple of sleepless nights. When I read 'The face of death' I had a few myself. At one point the story gripped me so hard that I had to put all my "I am a MAN" stuff aside and just cry a little.
And why? Because it feels so real. And it's hard to imagine that we have people, capable of monstrous things, roaming amongst us.
Nope, not a serial killer. 'Write what you know' doesn't apply here...
:)
Imagine IF it applied. Most authors would be behind bars. And picture this, Cody:
You sharing a cell with the likes of Deaver & Koontz. Sometimes you would argue, sometimes they'd demand that you hand over your chow. And at other times, you'd help each other to get a glimpse of Danielle Steel over i D block, where they keep the mentally derranged.
Sorry if I have offended Danielle Steel, I just HAD to get it of my chest.
Oh, and if "Write what you know" always applied, then I'd feel very sorry for Lovecraft. His life would've been one scary ride.
Again, if this entry is to offensive, feel free to delete it. I couldn't resist writing it.
"At one point the story gripped me so hard that I had to put all my "I am a MAN" stuff aside and just cry a little."
I had that with the first book. I didn't cry but it's more the sad feeling inside of you. Of course it's fiction but these things do happen in real life. Mothers do lose their children and that must be one of the worst things to happen to a mother.
Oh and most women like man who show emotion, Lasse ;)
Brigitte
@ Brigitte
The first book also got to me, but it didn't stir the same emotions. Maybe it was the loneliness that got to me, the pain that the inncocent child had to suffer.
Now, I'm just waiting for Cody to finish up the next book. I will have tissues at hand.
Oh, Brigitte, you scandinavian?
Scandinavian? No I'm Dutch and I have never been to Scandinavia either! ;)
But I would like to! I love traveling!
Yeah, Face of Death really did get to me. I'm a guy and I teared up a few times and felt it at least a day or two after finishing the book; that one stays with you.
JUST FINISHED "THE FACE OF DEATH".
STUNNING,TERRIFYING, BRILLIANT.
I WAS SCARED, I CRIED, I WAS COMPLETELY SATISFIED.NOT MANY NOVELS DO THAT FOR ME.
CODY ,YOU ARE A BRILLIANT WRITER. CAN'T WAIT TO READ YOUR NEXT WORK.
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