Confessions of my Past, Present and Future
by
Stuart Keane
The Past
Writing has been an
interest of mine for decades, one that has slowly developed and matured over
time, ever since my seven-year-old brain took the seed and planted it, storing
it for a later date. I started reading young, and there are many catalysts
responsible for my journey into the creative landscape of writing, but there's
only one book that spoke to me, one book that I have read several times
throughout the years and thought, 'man, it still has that oomph.' The book
responsible? Before we get to that, first, a little background.
Fact is I've always
loved to read, and if I weren't writing for a living, I would spend every spare
waking moment reading books. As a child, I picked up anything I could get my
hands on. Whether it’s the insanely popular Mr
Men collection, Puddle Lane, Spot the Dog pop-up books, or Dr Seuss, my reading education started
young and simple. It was only a matter of time until the interest piqued, and I
began reading on a more fluent basis.
I mentioned in a
recent interview that the best gift I received as a child was a library card.
This would build the solid foundation for my reading, but let's not forget I
was also a young boy; comic books were an integral part of my childhood from
the age of three. I was an avid reader of The
Beano, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
and a short-lived magazine from Marvel called It's Wicked (you may remember this Beano clone; Slimer from The Real Ghostbusters – another of my
regular reads – was the main character), and this led me to Roald Dahl. The Witches, The Twits, Matilda, Revolting Rhymes, The Enormous Crocodile, and Charlie
and the Chocolate Factory were all firm favourites at the time. These all
helped me find the interest to read actual books, ones without pictures. That's
when Enid Blyton came along.
The Famous Five and The Secret
Seven were the first series – in their entirety – that I read from
beginning to end. The library had the entire bibliography of both, which took a
few trips back and forth, and before long, I was browsing bookshops and boot
fairs to start compiling these for my own collection. To this day, many are
stored in the cupboard beside me, but Enid Blyton introduced me to a completely
new genre: the mystery thriller. Now, Blyton writes for children, but anyone
who read the above books in their youth will tell you one thing; there was a
tantalizing thrill, and a subtle fear buried deep in those innocent adventures.
To this day, I remember those lazy summer days fondly. Maybe, when I retire, I
will reenact them all over again.
After Blyton, I
discovered Alfred Hitchcock and The Three
Investigators. These books added a horror element to proceedings, and
elevated my interest; I wanted more, something more adult, and the library card
was no longer satisfying that craving (at this point, it was two years in, and
hundreds of books down). Then, one fateful day, I walked to my mother's bookshelf,
picked up Flesh by Richard Laymon,
and the rest is history. Flesh is the
reason I pursued a career in writing. Although the career came along some years
later, that book opened my eyes to the horror genre for the very first time.
I'd seen the occasional horror movie from behind the sofa, and read about spooky
urban legends, but this book not only terrified me, it introduced me to the
feeling of being truly scared – and I loved it. Seven-year-old me will not
admit to that at the time, he was too busy cowering beneath the bed, eyes glued
to the pages, but the book really hit home, and it’s the main reason I am a
writer today.
The Present
I'm thirty-four, and
I was seven when I started reading. Many books have passed through my hands
since my childhood, and this will continue to happen long into the future, but
most recently, I have been revisiting old classics. Books that, in hindsight,
might not have resonated with me as much as a child, a stroppy teenager, or a
young adult with other things on his delinquent mind. When I discovered Laymon
as a child, the natural progression led me to Clive Barker, James Herbert, and
Shaun Hutson; three of the best authors in the genre, and three of Britain's
best, if not the greatest, horror talents.
After Flesh, I moved into Laymon's back
catalogue – Island, Quake, Endless Night, One Rainy
Night, and Body Rides are still
firm favourites – but every reader gets the itch to read more, and expand the
horizons. I picked up The Rats and The Fog by James Herbert, and my horror
education blew wide open. Lair and Domain followed. Soon it led to Shaun
Hutson's Spawn and Slugs, not to mention one awesome weekend
in which I read Renegades, Assassin, and Shadows back to back. The
Hellbound Heart was a couple of hours I will never forget; where Barker's
unique style of writing actually gave me goosebumps, the first book to do so. I
remember seeing Hellraiser for the first time, as if it was yesterday, and
realising that, although it was a decent movie, it wasn't a patch on the novel.
All of these books were awesome as a child/teenager/young adult (delete where
appropriate), but reading them the second, third, fourth time around, within
the last five years, was a phenomenal experience, and testament to why books,
especially your favourites, should never be taken for granted.
However, I'm not
purely a horror fiend. Much as I did with the above authors, I have read the
entire Jack Reacher series by Lee Child thrice, except the most recent entry, Make Me. Meeting Lee Child some years
ago was a bucket list moment, and getting a personal endorsement from him was
the reason I began my writing career. Other authors I read on a regular basis –
when time permits it – include Richard Montanari, Robert Crais, Brett Battles, Chris
Carter, and J.A. Konrath.
One book I am
currently reading is Battle Royale by
Koushan Takami. Better known as a 2000 film on this side of the globe, the book
is the original source material for the movie. Where the movie was excellent,
the book – thus far – is simply phenomenal. It's surprising how the violence
and tragedy is somewhat enhanced by your imagination. If you haven’t read it, I
highly recommend it, and I'm only a third of the way through.
I am also revisiting
the Batman comics where possible – Knightfall
and The Killing Joke, not to mention A Death In The Family and Hush, are all firm favourites of mine.
Again, Batman was cool as a kid, but even cooler as an adult who can understand
the more mature themes contained in the artwork and the storylines.
The Future
One thing is certain;
the future of horror is very promising. Over the past two years, I've seen
several talented horror authors emerge from the murky depths of the genre, and
they all have a bright future in the industry. As an editor for Dark Chapter
Press, I have the honour of working with many budding authors; honest, genuine
people who have a passion that sears the digital pages, a love for their craft
that will only push them to a great future. To name them all would take an
eternity, but if you've worked with Dark Chapter Press, this is a shout out to
those writers. Keep doing what you're doing, and you will go far.
From my own
imagination, I have several projects in the think tank, and 2016 is already
shaping up to become very productive, but writers who have impressed me
recently are the ones who show originality in their work. People like Jack
Rollins, who crafts and articulates a Victorian horror novel like no author
I've read before; he really brings to mind the classic Hammer horror of
yesteryear, and reading his work is a sublime treat. You have Kyle M. Scott
who, on the surface, resembles a modern-day Richard Laymon, but deep down his
stories speak of a familiar fractured society, one that hides a dark truth that
can emerge at any time. No one can replace Laymon, but he comes mighty close.
You have Matt Hickman, who is a new face on the block, and isn't even a year
into his career, but is already making waves of the terrifying, horrific kind.
The guy can write a story that will make you vomit and cry in equal proportion,
and is definitely one to watch for the future.
There are a number of
other authors honing their craft today – and they all know who they are, to
mention them all would take days – but the future is definitely bright for
horror. Keep doing what you're doing, and keep building your legacy. The only
person who can ruin your career is you, so chin up, keep working, and keep the
passion burning.
As for myself? I hope
to continue reading, continue finding inspiration in the written word. I want
my passion to stay alive, to burn forever, to result in a hundred books by
2020. Can it happen? Maybe, but only I can decide that. I am certainly looking
forward to writing the Grin sequels;
the first book was very well received, and Dani is a character that has an
extensive story to tell. With three sequels already prepped and mapped out,
2017 will definitely be a year to watch.
Do I have any hopes
for the future? Well, my colleague Jack Rollins beat me to it in a previous
Confessions post; but I want to write a Batman
story. It would be a dream come true. Who knows, maybe Jack and I can
collaborate on one…
I have people tell me
that my style is slowly developing into one I can call my own, and if this is
true, I will continue to do this. We all have dreams, hell, writing books was
mine for thirty-two years, and as fate would have it, dreams can come true. I'm
looking forward to my future, it terrifies me and excites me in equal measure,
and I don’t know what it will hold, but being scared is a good thing, as any
horror reader will attest. One thing is for sure; I have my dream firmly in my
hand, and I'm not letting go anytime soon.
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I read my first adult book at age seven. This was years after seeing my first film but the experience, where new, was something else entirely. I remember being stuck on one page (for those who are curious, the book was Flesh by Richard Laymon, an excellent, yet under-appreciated horror writer) for half an hour because the detail in the scene was so vivid. I actually remember him describing an abandoned restaurant and I didn't want to continue. It was THAT real to me that I felt I was actually there. Continuing to read would take me into the restaurant and because of previous events in the book, you knew it was a very bad idea.
This was my first memory of the written word. It's remained with me since and probably always will. Many authors have that defining moment when they realised they wanted to write fiction for a living. This is mine and has shaped my life ever since.
So who is Stuart Keane?
Just an ordinary guy who likes to write thrilling, compelling stories. For thirty years, people have enthralled me, entertained me and provided me with many, many adventures. And inspiration. Now, I want to return the favour.
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