Lee Child offers some method insight ‘ ’
Jack Reacher appeals to the Walter Mitty in us all. He s the ’ type of hero who stars in every schoolboy s daydreams: a cartoonishly ’ muscular soldier-turned-who beats up the bad guys, gets the girl and cracks the case with almost insolent ease.
The grown-up reader, however, envies something else: his freedom. Reacher lives a life utterly devoid of responsibility.
No boss, no mortgage, no bills, no family, in fact no ties or burdens of any kind. Instead he spends his days roaming America, heading wherever the mood takes him, and effortlessly dispatching every thug, crook and cartel foolish enough to get in his way.
His fans are more than just readers. We re voyeurs. We ’ know we could never live a life like Reacher s. But we love to ’ watch, from a safe distance, as he lives it on our behalf. Reacher s creator, Lee Child, ’ appeals to our inner Mitty, too, albeit in a rather different way.
To begin with he was plain Jim Grant: born in Coventry, raised in Birmingham, and working in a comfortable but dull-sounding job at Granada TV, pushing the buttons that made the ads come on.
Then, in 1995, at the age of 40, he was made redundant. The scrap-heap beckoned. But instead he popped down to WH Smith, bought a pencil and some paper, and relaunched himself as an American thriller writer. He d never written a ’ word of fiction before. Yet in next to no time, he was one of the most successful authors on Earth. Jim Grant s life was over. ’
Now Lee Child s began. ’ The Reacher Guy, by Heather Martin, is the first ever biography of him. Written with his co-operation, it covers both his lives in extensive detail.
In the early chapters we hear a lot about his unhappy relationship with his parents. According to Grant/Child, he was “totally unwanted.”
He can t remember a single ’ “occasion when he d had fun ’ with his father “, while he got on so badly with his mother (“mean “, malicious “, a monster ““of martyrdom ”) that he didn t attend her funeral.
’ Anyway, he already had other plans that day: Why should I “ put them off, for a dead woman I didn t even like?”
’ At school he seems to have been an unusual combination: bookish yet tough. On his first day at grammar school a boy pushed him against a locker. He retaliated by putting the boy in hospital, thus earning himself the nickname Grievous, as in grievous bodily harm.
As far as he could recall he hadn ’ t lost a fight since he was five years old,” writes Martin. If “a tooth came loose he shoved it back in with his thumb.” The he is Grant/Child, yet “” could easily be Reacher. The biography contains quite a few stories along these lines. They ’ re vivid and entertaining. It ’ s hard to avoid the suspicion, though, that some of them may not be entirely true.
According to Grant/Child, at the age of just three he knocked out another boy s teeth for ’ pushing his brother off his tricycle (“I totally laid the guy out ”).
Some of his more colourful recollections are called into doubt by other interviewees. Former schoolmates laughed “at the idea Lee had grown up in a rough area “, refuse to believe that he always had a knife in “my pocket “, and describe as “complete cobblers the claim ” that he never saw a tree until “he was 12.”
Similarly disputed is his boast that, on only his third day as a backroom button-pusher at Granada, he enjoyed a Fortnum & Mason picnic lunch with Alec Guinness, John Gielgud, Ralph Richardson and Laurence Olivier. According to a former colleague, the story is b –––-.”
“So is Grant/Child a bit of a Walter Mitty himself? Unlikely. Friends suggest he s just keeping ’ his audience (and himself) entertained. They want great stories, so he gives them great stories. “There s Jim Grant, and ’ there ’ s Lee Child, who I don t ’ know at all,” says a former schoolmate. He s got these two “’ personas.”
For her part, Martin decides that Reacher is only the second “of Jim Grant s great fictional ’ characters: the first is Lee Child himself. ” Still, maybe it doesn t matter ’ whether his anecdotes are a little embellished. The real value of this biography lies in what it tells us about his work.
Like Reacher Said Nothing and - two previous With Child studies of Child s books, written ’ by Martin s husband, Andy - ’ is a must-buy
The Reacher Guy for any aspiring novelist, thanks in particular to its terrific insight into how Child s first book ’ was written, rewritten, edited, sold and published.
We also learn a lot about style, structure, pacing and how to keep a reader gripped. Child isn t just a great writer of ’ thrillers. He s also a great analyst ’ of thrillers. (For example: character is more important than plot. Who remembers the “Lone Ranger? Everybody. Who remembers any Lone Ranger storylines? Nobody.”)
As it happens, five years before he lost his job at Granada he told a colleague he was thinking of writing a novel. He ’ d been inspired by a thriller he ’ d read by John D MacDonald, author of the Travis McGee series. In Jim Grant s eyes, it was ’ practically “a how-to manual.” Perhaps, for the next Lee Child, will serve as The Reacher Guy one, too.
As far as he could recall he hadn ’ t lost a fight since he was five years old. If a tooth came loose he shoved it back in with his thumb