Hello, imaginary public, and welcome to today’s process blog entry: “Why Dark Fiction?”
Some time ago, on the internet, while discussing writing with a bunch of fellow writers (whom I’ll likely never meet in person), I was posed a question by someone who had actually read some of my work. At first, I was stunned, because who reads my work? But, then, I decided to answer the question. The question, in essence, asked why I so rarely included ‘redemptive’ endings in my stories.
I assumed (s)he was asking about the ending of No Grave, because it seemed like a safe assumption to make. My short stories don’t allow for a wide variety of endings, to be honest. A story entitled “A Black House Rots North of Town” does not seem to promise a happy ending.
But it’s a fair question. It taps into a kind of debate that I’ve seen people get involved with, before. Especially in genre fiction–fantasy and sci-fi and such–where part of the allure is escapism: what ending do we provide an audience? Are authors obligated to leave the audience at-ease? Are we obligated to try to improve their real-life suffering by providing fictional easement?
My answer is unsurprisingly non-committal. Mostly, my answer is an awkward, uncomfortable face and a series of tense, shrug-like gestures. A few sounds akin to words like “eh?” and “maybe?” and “kinda?” and “iunno?” Luckily, I mostly see this debate on the internet, where I’m able to scroll past without comment. When asked about it on a forum, I provided a neat, clean paragraph that hardly covered my actual opinion.
But today, I’m throwing in my 2-cents. And a writing prompt at the end.
Stop Reading Now If You Don’t Want No Grave Spoilers.
Seriously. I’m not going to get too specific, but you’ll know the approximate ending if you keep reading.
Assuming you care.
Which, if you don’t, that’s okay, too.
Alright: last chance to stop reading.
Seriously, you can scroll down to the writing prompt and skip all this.
So, several people I’ve spoken to regarding No Grave have some issues with the ending. It’s a bit dreary. The ‘good guys’ (to the extent any of them can be called ‘good’) sort of lose. Or, at least, they certainly don’t ‘win.’ Whatever that means. And the main character makes a choice that is deeply selfish in the face of great evil. (For the record, I would probably make the same choice). Perhaps worse: once the selfish choice is made, she’s not particularly effective at carrying it out. It all seems pretty unpleasant.
Well, sure, but that’s the point.
I find it therapeutic actually. Because, in real life, we lose all the time. Or we make choices that don’t pan out. Or we try to save people and they die anyway. Et cetera. Mostly, we’re very small and weak and human. We fail probably more often than we succeed.
And this is the important part: that’s okay.
Tristan makes a terrible mistake and tries to salvage it and it doesn’t work. Nicole commits to a losing proposition after essentially being pressured into it and she gets scared and doesn’t do it. Cyrus pursues his own interests selfishly until he sees how far people will go for each other and then those people get fucked because of him. Even though he tries his hardest to turn over a new leaf and save them, it’s just too-little-too-late.
So what happens, then? Everyone packs it in, tail between their legs, goes home, and eats a bullet. No, wait, that’s not what happens at all. They take their moment, they mourn, they cry about it, they feel guilt and pain and suffering and then they pick themselves up and get ready to try again. They’re getting licked out there and they huddle up, count off, and prepare to hit the field. Once more into the breach and all that.
As far as I’m concerned, their failure is a message of hope.
Let me explain.
Escapism vs. Hope
‘Escapism’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘complete fantasy.’ I don’t need to tell a story where the good guys win. I don’t think the ‘good guys win’ formula is terribly hopeful. Optimistic, sure, but not hopeful. Hope isn’t hard to do when you’re winning. Hope is hard to do when you’re losing. And that’s the narrative I’m building. Losing isn’t the end of a thing and neither is failure. Loss and failure are just things that happen. People make bad decisions, selfish decisions, wrong decisions. People fuck up. Then they try again. Most of us will probably die with works unfinished and we hope others pick up where we left off. The world spends a few months raining shit down on us and we hope we do better next time. Hope isn’t in a victory, it’s in the attempt.
I have no desire to sell the ‘good guys win’ narrative, or any narrative of false optimism. Or any narrative that feels false to me at all. Sure, sometimes the good guys will win, I’ve definitely written and outlined stories where that’s what happens–because that’s what makes sense. But in the main, that’s not the product I peddle. My type of escapism doesn’t guarantee a happy ending, or a ‘redemptive’ ending as it was put to me. But I don’t think people need those. I don’t think they’re particularly helpful. I don’t think they’re necessarily useful in easing real-life suffering or imbuing an audience with a sense of hope or wellness. Instead, I aim to say: “hey, so, things suck right now, shit happens, whatever, but you shouldn’t give up. Pick yourself up, brush it off, and try again. Hold out for next time. And the time after that. And the time after that.”
Or, perhaps, in this trying era, Maya Angelou put it best: “You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.”
There’s a common saying that things are always darkest before the dawn–so maybe my stories aren’t about the dawn. Maybe my stories are about the darkness getting darker and the characters having the strength to hope that the dawn breaks soon. To have the strength to use gas-station bics and old, beaten matchbooks to make their own dawn because they don’t want to wait anymore.
And sometimes the darkness takes one of them, and all the others go out and gather sticks and build a pyre and set it ablaze and that inferno is its own dawn, for a while.
Good guys don’t always win, but they always keep trying.
That’s the narrative I’m selling.
If you feel like doing some writing today, try this one out: write at least one (1) page where the story begins with the character failing. Bonus points if the character fails because of their own stupid mistakes. After the failure is complete, what happens next?Share This: