Today,
Carolyn J. Rose, author of many books, including two series, is stopping by to tell us how she found the theme of her book.
Carolyn J. Rose grew up in New York’s Catskill Mountains, graduated from the University of Arizona, logged two years in Arkansas with Volunteers in Service to America, and spent 25 years as a television news researcher, writer, producer, and assignment editor in Arkansas, New Mexico, Oregon, and Washington. She teaches novel-writing in Vancouver, Washington, and founded the Vancouver Writers’ Mixers. Her hobbies are reading, gardening, and not cooking.
(Hey! Two out of three of those are my hobbies, too!)
On many of her books, her husband is her co-author. Mike Nettleton grew up in Bandon and Grants Pass, Oregon. A stint at a college station in Ashland led to a multi-state radio odyssey with on-air gigs in Oregon, California, and New Mexico under the air name Mike Phillips. In 1989 he returned to the Northwest and in 1994 joined KEX Radio in Portland. His hobbies are golf, pool, Texas hold-em poker, and book collecting.
(Look at that! I collect books. My husband and I are Texans, and we’re partners in a golf company. That makes us kissin’ cousins, without the kissing part.)
Welcome Carolyn J. Rose.
Theme me up, Scotty.
Or you say message, and I say I need a massage.
By Carolyn J. Rose
I have never been known for my fast reflexes and hand-eye coordination. Back in high school, I couldn’t hit a tennis ball, couldn’t connect with a baseball, and seldom ducked in time to avoid a spit wad in the eye.
But in English class, I was a blur of action when we finished reading a short story and Miss Smith asked that inevitable question, “Who can tell me the theme of this?”
Slap. I’d shove my pencil and notebook off the edge of my desk.
Whack. They’d hit the floor.
Whoosh. I’d dive down to retrieve them, letting loose a flutter of paper and fumbling the pencil across the aisle.
While I was retrieving and reorganizing—a process I could stretch out for at least two minutes—someone else would take a stab at the answer.
I was an A student, I read constantly, and I wrote poetry, but no way could I figure out the theme of the stories we read back then. “The Gift of the Magi.” Hmmm. “The Ransom of Red Chief.” Uhhhhh. “The Open Window.” Ummm.
Even when I emerged from beneath the desk and heard Miss Smith summarize the theme, the information didn’t seem to connect to anything in the story or in my brain. And how she came up with it remained a mystery.
I can’t remember what I was thinking when I went to college with the goal of someday becoming an English teacher. I guess maybe I thought there would be answer keys I could use. Or that I could somehow fake it. Or that my students would be expert theme analyzers and decoders.
After graduation, I went down a long detour, into VISTA and then into TV news. The word “theme” never came up until Mike and I had finished writing
The Hard Karma Shuffle and were spending a few days with friends at the Oregon Writers Colony house in Rockaway.
“What’s the theme of the book?” a fellow writer asked after she’d read a few chapters.
I ducked my head, figuring that Mike would field that question. And he did. “It doesn’t have one,” he said without a second of hesitation and without a trace of doubt.
“What?” the writer gasped. “It has to. Every book has a theme.”
Mike gave me a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look and, with cat-like reflexes, I made an excuse to escape. “Tide’s out. If we’re going to walk the beach, we’ve got to leave now.”
Chastened, feeling we’d been caught masquerading as writers, we stomped through the sand for hours, trying to dredge up a theme for a book filled with thugs, muggings, car chases, and snappy comebacks. Other than the usual justice-related theme of mysteries, we came up with exactly nothing.
Driven inside by a squall and the rising tide, we found our fellow writer circling a sentence near the end of the book. “Here’s your theme,” she said. “If you know the terms, you’re okay.”
We nodded like bobble-head dolls and bolted to our room where we admitted to each other that if indeed this was the theme, it certainly hadn’t been intentional.
A few years later we wrote a sequel,
The Crushed Velvet Miasma. We used a similar manic formula for the plot and brought back most of the same characters. If the book has a theme, it’s news to me. In fact, if someone found the message of the story, I’d be hard-pressed to pick it out of a theme line-up.
But then we rented the movie
Speechless and, as Michael Keaton, referring to that classic 1950s TV series
Lassie, explained the “You see, Timmie” concept to Geena Davis, we finally understood. Theme is a take-out box filled with a message about the world—the real world, the fictional world, or both.
Having gleaned that bit of knowledge, I no longer dive under my desk at the sound of the word “theme.” I’ve come to see that there are messages in every story—some huge, some spiritual, some life-altering, some amusing. I can even identify themes in some of my recent books.
Hemlock Lake: the present can be held hostage by the past.
Sometimes a Great Commotion: fanaticism can create chaos.
Do I now identify the themes of a story before I begin to write it?
Ooopps.
There goes that darn pencil again.
I’ll be under the desk if you need me.
Thank you Carolyn.
You can find out more about
Carolyn and
Mike on their website,
Deadly Duo Mysteries. All of their books are listed on their site. As a bonus, you can read an excerpt from
Sometimes A Great Commotion. Look for Carolyn’s books on
Amazon or check out the
Links page for stores and her publishers’ websites..
Please leave a comment or question for Carolyn.
I’ll start the questions off:
When you and Mike are coming up with the idea or theme for the next book, does one of you take the lead in the ideas, or do you toss around ideas then eventually narrow down the choices and plot points?
