Making Description
Mysterious
When you set out to write the ultimate mystery novel,
remember that
your descriptions can be more mysterious than who or what they describe
by D. J. Herda
President
American Society of Authors and Writers
Mystery. The word ripples with excitement.
We can thank Edgar Allen Poe and Arthur Conan Doyle for that. And
Murder She Wrote, as well. Mysteries throughout history have been
mysterious, of course. But they've also been loaded with action,
brimming with possibilities, bristling with drama. That's what makes
mysteries so popular.
Everyone enjoys a good who-dunnit. We all like to
be kept on the edge of our seats, waiting for the inexplicable suddenly to
clear.
But how does a writer go about writing a winning
mystery? Ahh, that's easier said than done. Still, with a little
forethought, lots of perseverance, and plenty of creativity, even a novice
mystery writer can write his own literary ticket to success.
So, let's take a look at what makes a good mystery
tick.
First, a mystery is simply a story about the unknown. We don't necessarily care at this point just what that unknown is,
so long as it's unfathomable to the reader. A writer creates mystery
by actively working to prevent his reader from knowing the truth. Take
a look at this example:
A car roars by a fast-food restaurant. A Muslim suicide bomber
dressed in a black robe leaps out the car's back door and goes tumbling through the
crowd. Dazed and barely conscious, he comes to rest in a pool of blood
in the courtyard, where several people cluster around, anxious to help.
Suddenly a bomb hidden beneath his coat explodes, sending tables and chairs,
shards of glass and human flesh flying.
Mystery? Hardly. The writer has
explained it all--except, of course, why it happened. But once you
know what happened, the "why," except in psychological thrillers, is
rarely more than an also-ran. What spoils the plot for this
mini-mystery? Well, for starters, we know that the man in the car is
Muslim. We know that he leaped from the car, that he's a suicide
bomber, and we instinctively know what suicide bombers do. We know
that a bomb explodes from beneath his coat, and we know the horrific
results.
Now check out this version of the same story:
A car roars around the corner. It slows briefly
before a fast-food restaurant and the back door flies open. Perched halfway
out of the car is a man wearing a long coat, despite the grueling mid-August
heat. As the driver hits the accelerator, the man flies out of the
car, tumbling through the crowd until his body slams up against the brick
facade of the building, where he lay for several minutes in a swelling pool
of blood. A crowd gathers. A woman undoes his coat.
Stepping back in horror, she screams.
Now, all of a sudden, we have a ton of mystery.
Who are the people in the car? Why did the driver slow down? What made
the car door open? Why was the man perched at the edge of the door?
Why was he wearing a long coat in the middle of summer? Why did the
driver suddenly hit the accelerator? What sent the man flying from the
car--did he leap, or was he shoved? Who is the man? Is he dead
or alive? What did the woman see that made her scream? And, most
importantly of all, what's going to happen next?
Mystery. So much mystery. And all
because the writer of the second passage chose to hold back some very
pertinent information from his reader, to prevent his reader from learning
more.
Holding back information from the reader is the
lifeline of all mystery. Doing so accomplishes two things.
First, it keeps the reader in the dark and, presumably,
makes him want to know more. He doesn't know what happened
or why, so he's forced to guess (everyone wants to know if his "hunch" is
right). That creates tension and intrigue within the reader and keeps
him turning the pages, coming back for more.
Second, holding back information creates multiple
avenues of action for the writer to explore. As a writer unfolds a
mystery, even one that has been impeccably outlined, he slowly, deliberately
doles out
new possibilities, new wrinkles, new clues. Changing an
outline on-the-fly to incorporate new concepts is often one of the
most enjoyable things about writing a mystery. Not only has the writer
figured the mystery out in advance of starting the book, but also he gets
numerous opportunities to alter the mystery's course along the way to its completion.
Talk about fun!
But what--I know you're getting ready to ask--makes a
run-of-the-mill mystery a great mystery? After all, mystery is mystery, isn't it?
Withholding information is withholding information, no matter how it's done.
Well, that's true, but only to a point. A
well-done, stylistic mystery, as
I define it, is an unmistakable
uniqueness to a character or a situation. Here's an example of mystery
with very little "style" in its opening graf:
John watched as the young woman got onto the bus and
slipped into a seat across the aisle. As she opened her purse to reach
for a tissue, he saw the unmistakable glint of hardened medal--blued
metal--the kind of metal you find nowhere else but on the barrel of a gun.
"Now what the hell would she be doing with a gun?" he wondered.
That's an example of what I call a generic mystery
scene. It works. It creates suspense; but it carries little, if
any, style. Now, listen to this version of the same scene:
John settled into his seat, his knees pressing hard
against the metal frame before him. His eyes, twin slits in an otherwise placid face, scanned the bobbing heads of the passengers--"I hate buses," he
thought--finally settling on the sylvan shape of a young lady picking her way slowly down
the aisle. She stumbled awkwardly to one side as the bus veered left
before continuing its way through late-night traffic.
Grabbing the polished metal frame of the seat just
across the aisle and in front of John, she slid down into the time-worn
vinyl. She shifted her hat and tilted her head. John ran his
slits down the side of her body, the red chintz of her dress, her
heels--black backless with no straps--and then back up again in time to see
her open her purse and reach inside for a tissue. The slits suddenly
widened. Peeking out at him from the corner of the bag was the gaping
muzzle of a snub-nosed revolver--its time-dulled steel-grey complexion in
marked contrast to the honey-blonde hair dancing only inches above it.
Notice how the second passage relays the same sense of
mystery as the first one: the reader knows that John saw a gun in the
woman's purse and that he wondered what it was doing there.
But the second passage goes on to spread a thin layer
of jam across the bun. Its sweet, sticky tastiness draws
the reader in more deeply, gives him a sense of what the characters are all
about ... and maybe what the tone of the story is about, too--something the
first passage fails to do.
It accomplishes all of this, of course, through
description. Not just general descriptive banter, but description that
adds to the sense of mystery, of the hush-hushedness, of something
going on that the reader can't quite fathom.
In the second passage,
the woman suddenly becomes a lady. John's eyes are narrow
slits. Her form is sylvan. She wears a hat and
tilts her head forward. Her dress is red chintz; her
heels, black strapless. The gun is a deadly snub-nosed revolver.
Its coloring is time-dulled steel grey; while her hair is honey
blonde.
All of these descriptive references feed
into the reader's sense of heightened mystery. By the time these
paragraphs are history, the reader is absolutely convinced that something
wonderful, something awful, something sinister and unpredictable is going to
take place here. And, chances are, the reader is right. The
author has succeeded.
So, you want mystery? Plan in advance.
Work carefully. Give the reader enough information to make sense but
not enough to make too much sense. Never, ever give him
enough to allow him to figure out who did what and why until you're ready to
tell all.
You want mystery with style? Give the
reader exactly the same thing and then some by using
description ... but still leave him
wondering--and wanting--more.
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