Plagiarism in Literature

Associated Press

In the wake of the recent Assassin of Secrets plagiarism scandal, I started looking for novels and stories with characters who have performed similar transgressions, whether attempting to pass off another’s creative work as their own, or trying to push a memoir that’s a complete fabrication. Alas, what is so sadly despicable in real life makes for delightfully fiendish fun in fiction. Fortunately or unfortunately, there isn’t a list on the Internet I could plagiarize so here’s a quick list of 8 titles:

My Life as a Fake – Peter Carey

The Thieves of Manhattan – Adam Langer

Secret Window, Secret Garden – Stephen King (from the collection Four Past Midnight)

Chatterton – Peter Ackroyd

Operation Shylock – Philip Roth (this one is more about impersonation, which is still a form of plagiarism)

EPICAC – Kurt Vonnegut (a short story from Welcome to the Monkey House)

Old School – Tobias Wolff

Plot It Yourself (A Nero Wolfe Mystery) – Rex Stout

I feel like there are a few big and obvious ones that I’m missing, and I bet you know what they are. Please feel free to add onto this list in your comments. First person to comment gets a free pass to plagiarize me. What a deal!

Build A Story With Bryan #4 – A Battle About To Begin

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Yes indeed, Build A Story #4 is still rolling along and now a dark magicians’ battle is brewing. Read what we’ve got so far and take us anywhere your startling sentence or two wants to go.

He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter. He wasn’t thinking about how fond rats are of butter. Suddenly, there were scratching and squeaking sounds coming from under the floor boards. This was soon followed by a distinct shaking sound, which grew louder by the second.

“What is it?!?,” I screamed.

I’d never seen this man before in my life. A pleasant dinner with open windows and screen doors leads to this. Teacups vibrating off their hooks, shattering on the countertops. I pushed Bobby behind me and backed into the dining room. The house was coming apart.

Suddenly everything was still, and I could hear my own heart beating wildly.

Bobby lunged in front of me and shouted, “What is that?” As he pushed me under the dining room table I caught a glimpse of something I hadn’t seen in years. After all this time, I thought I’d successfully disappeared, but it found me again.

Yes, it was the magician, come back for the audience volunteer who had vanished from his Chinese box all those years ago, and this time he had a blunt instrument!

“I’ll be blunt,” he sneered menacingly.

Bobby erupted in menacing laughter as I leaped toward the gaping hole that had been my dining room wall just minutes before. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull out a gleaming blue magic wand and point it at the magician. 

“You know what I’ve done, but not what I’m capable of doing, you nefarious fiend,” he snarled; I had no idea he was capable of sounding so menacing, so otherworldly.

I could scarcely believe what I saw next. I pinched myself to make sure I really was awake, and I was!

What was seen? What happens next? Only you know the answer…

Do You Write Without A Net?

Man on Wire

There are many popular writers out there, John Irving among them, who never begin a project without knowing exactly where they’re going. I remember an interview with Irving where he said he starts a book by figuring out what its last sentence will be. There is something to be said for having a map, a guide book of sorts to keep you on track, to allow you to chart your progress.

Conversely, there are just as many well-known writers, Stephen King among them, who start with just a germ of an idea, a character or two, and then delight in discovering their story in the moment as they’re actually writing it. They feel that an outline only serves to stifle the creative process; in their view, to plot a story is to suffocate it.

Here’s where I stand on the issue: I spent many years authoring screenplays which began life as  structured, organized outlines, and so when it came to writing my first novel I was determined to work without a net. I knew only the bare essentials before plunging in: the story would involve repressed memories, and my teenage main character would somehow become his parents’ therapist.  The process was extremely liberating; in fact, maybe too liberating, in that it resulted in a huge first draft. But I don’t regret my choice and believe the story would not have as much of the energy and surprise that it does if I had plotted it out beforehand.

Things are a bit different with my new project, a YA horror novel. I’ve decided to go a bit further with plotting, to know more about the story and characters before I set off to write. I’m not sure if it’s because this is a “genre” project and I’m concerned about hitting on certain “genre” beats or expectations, but it just feels like the right move for this story. However, I haven’t completely abandoned my intrepid spirit, as my plot structure is pretty loose and I’ve purposely left open the answers to several questions that I’ll dig up when I start writing. There needs to be an element of mystery, a willingness to embrace the unexpected, or the writing will go stale. I can only write about my characters and the story for so long before I get the itch to finally bring them both to life.

So how about you? If you’re a writer reading this, where do you fall on the issue of story preparation? Outline or no outline? Net, or nothing but the unforgiving ground to catch you if you fall?

Build A Story With Bryan #4 – Horror and Magic

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One of the beautiful consequences of collective storytelling is unpredictability.  Build A Story #4 is no exception. What began with butter, a bitten hand, and the threat of a rat attack has given way to the appearance of a magician and a (sinister?) boy-wizard named Bobby.  I love that these stories know no boundaries.

So have a read of what we’ve got so far and add your own sentence or two; lead us down another dark, unforeseen path.

He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter. He wasn’t thinking about how fond rats are of butter. Suddenly, there were scratching and squeaking sounds coming from under the floor boards. This was soon followed by a distinct shaking sound, which grew louder by the second.

“What is it?!?,” I screamed.

I’d never seen this man before in my life. A pleasant dinner with open windows and screen doors leads to this. Teacups vibrating off their hooks, shattering on the countertops. I pushed Bobby behind me and backed into the dining room. The house was coming apart.

Suddenly everything was still, and I could hear my own heart beating wildly.

Bobby lunged in front of me and shouted, “What is that?” As he pushed me under the dining room table I caught a glimpse of something I hadn’t seen in years. After all this time, I thought I’d successfully disappeared, but it found me again.

Yes, it was the magician, come back for the audience volunteer who had vanished from his Chinese box all those years ago, and this time he had a blunt instrument!

“I’ll be blunt,” he sneered menacingly.

 Bobby erupted in menacing laughter as I leaped toward the gaping hole that had been my dining room wall just minutes before. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull out a gleaming blue magic wand and point it at the magician. 

What will happen next? Only you know the answer…

Lost And Found Sentences

So I’ve finally succumbed and joined the Twitter army (@bryanhilson, if you care to follow me). In the spirit of having enough content to throw against the virtual wall–if you don’t tweet several times a day you might as well not exist–I’ve come up with a new service for writers and non-writers alike.

Lost & Found Sentences is just that, a repository of sentences people have lost or purposely left behind, and that I’ve had the good fortune to have found lying in the street, an elevator, a parking lot, on the bottom of my shoe,  and engraved in the stake I used recently to kill a vampire. The point of collecting and sharing these sentences on Twitter is to let people know the words are there if they’ve lost them, or if perhaps they might be in need of a sentence for a project they’re writing or a conversation they’re having. Sometimes the right words strung together escape us in the moments we need them most, and so I think it’s nice to have a place where people can go in moments of literary or linguistic crisis.

The idea is to not only post the sentences on Twitter but to also house them here on the blog for people to search through and take, if any suit their needs. And of course once you’ve taken ownership of a sentence you have the right to modify it as you see fit. However, if you do choose to take a sentence from the collection I ask that you replace it with one that you’ve found. Don’t worry, sentences are everywhere; people can be a bit careless with them and you’ll be surprised where you find them once you start looking.

CURRENT SENTENCES IN THE LOST AND FOUND (Need a sentence-take-a-sentence-take-a-sentence-leave-a-sentence):

She’d let him keep the cat but not the dog; the dog would live and knew too much.

When Mister Bag starts to argue with you, that’s when it’s time to worry.

Your fingers are your own problem, Clarabelle.

We clean our own coats in this house; blood, bone and all.

He had a funny feeling the drool dangling from his lip wasn’t his.

They threw the hindquarters to the silent majority in their cages.

 

Build A Story With Bryan #4 – The Story Heats Up

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Things are starting to boil over in this fourth installment of Build A Story! Have a read and add on a sentence or two, take us into Halloween weekend with something equally inventive and ghoulish. The story so far:

He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter. He wasn’t thinking about how fond rats are of butter. Suddenly, there were scratching and squeaking sounds coming from under the floor boards. This was soon followed by a distinct shaking sound, which grew louder by the second.

“What is it?!?,” I screamed.

I’d never seen this man before in my life. A pleasant dinner with open windows and screen doors leads to this. Teacups vibrating off their hooks, shattering on the countertops. I pushed Bobby behind me and backed into the dining room. The house was coming apart.

Suddenly everything was still, and I could hear my own heart beating wildly.

Bobby lunged in front of me and shouted, “What is that?” As he pushed me under the dining room table I caught a glimpse of something I hadn’t seen in years. After all this time, I thought I’d successfully disappeared, but it found me again.

Only you know what will happen next…

Research

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“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

-Albert Einstein-

I’ll be honest: I hate doing research before or during the writing of a story. Just the thought of it transports me back to my high school and college days, when I would do almost anything (even clean my room) to avoid actually cracking open a textbook to study for a test or prepare a paper. I wasn’t a bad student, really Mom, I wasn’t, just not always the most motivated.

And perhaps this scholastic allergy flared up again when I sat down to write my first novel, The Chronicles of What Happened, by Cam Hanson. The story deals with regression therapy and analysis, two areas I had little knowledge of, but I didn’t immerse myself in either subject before I started writing. I decided to know as much as my fifteen-year-old protagonist/narrator would know after observing his parents being treated by a mostly unethical therapist who until very recently had been a hypnotist hired out for children’s birthday parties. So I didn’t go in completely blind. I did buy a book  called Second Childhood: Hypno-Play Therapy With Age-Regressed Adults, written by Marian Kaplan Shapiro, which did give me a good sense of how a therapist would actually conduct a regression session. But then I filtered that information through my characters and let my imagination fill in the rest.

Alas, as any writer knows, even minimal research is essential in order to spin an honest and authentic tale. And of course I understand its value. Research can aid in enriching the details of every element important to a strong, engaging story, and at the same time improve (hopefully) the intelligence and insight of the author. So even though, in my opinion, it’s robust imagination that is power, knowledge too deserves its own pedestal.

Research is on my mind again as I continue to develop my next project, a YA supernatural-horror novel called The Shaded. The genre itself leaves me plenty of room to imagine and make things up, but central to my story is a sinister occultist organization whose front company is a vanity press that produces nonfiction books on the supernatural, the occult, and various unexplained phenomena. Even though, ala Cam Hanson, my narrator/protagonist is a teenager unfamiliar with most of this, there are several characters who he interacts with who have spent their lives devoted to this area.

So I must know what they know.  I must bite the bullet and hunker down and embark on some serious learning. At least its a subject I’m actually interested in and curious about; I no longer have to fear it’ll be like the chemistry class in 11th grade that I only passed because I helped the teacher clean the lab after school. Right?

Anyway, while I regress and repair that trauma, I’d love to hear what you think about research when it comes to writing fiction. And if you happen to be into the supernatural, the paranormal, etc., please feel free to recommend any good books on the subject.

Build A Story With Bryan #4 – The Story So Far

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Things are off to a wild start in this Round 4 of Build A Story. Throw a sentence or two into the mix and hang on for your life…

 

He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter. He wasn’t thinking about how fond rats are of butter. Suddenly, there were scratching and squeaking sounds coming from under the floor boards. This was soon followed by a distinct shaking sound, which grew louder by the second.

“What is it?!?,” I screamed.

I’d never seen this man before in my life. A pleasant dinner with open windows and screen doors leads to this. Teacups vibrating off their hooks, shattering on the countertops. I pushed Bobby behind me and backed into the dining room. The house was coming apart.

Character Study

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Characters are the lifeblood of any story. With some exceptions, characters more than plot are what keep a reader turning the page; the characters we love and the characters we love to hate are what call us back to our books time after time, more so than the most princely of prose, setting or scene.

The challenge for us writers is to create someone memorable, fully-realized, and flawed, a person on the page who feels as close to a real flesh and blood human being as possible, and then maybe a little more than that, someone just a little bit larger than life.  No easy task.

So how do we go about building such a creature, what is the process? Do we cherry pick the traits and personalities of our friends and family and stitch them together into a kind of Frankenstein’s monster? Start from scratch and sketch out character bios, covering birth to death and everything in between? I’ve found that both strategies can be helpful, but I’m the kind of writer who can only write about a character for so long.  However, before I thrust my creations into the actual story, whatever their current shape, and discover who he or she is along the way, there is one final step in the development process I like to undertake.

I spend a day as my main character. Talking, behaving, thinking, reacting, and doing just like he or she might.

Cam Hanson, the 15-year-old main character of the novel I just finished, spends a good deal of time sitting in on therapy sessions with the intention of facilitating them before he sees 16. So I had a great time doing the same thing with therapy sessions out here.  Of course I had to do about 30 of them in order to cobble together a near half hour’s worth of experience, but it was worth it despite all the hysterical people and the tears. Some people out there are pretty messed up.

This character-building process was a bit more difficult with Vicky, the main character from my short story Go Tina! Go Tina!, as she’s a thirty-something woman who impersonates her teenage daughter and tries out for the high school cheerleading squad. One day in spanks is plenty for me, although I was proud of my L-stand and almost made it to the top of the pyramid before the police dragged me away.

In my new work, a YA paranormal horror novel called The Shaded, my main character Robbie Rapp discovers he’s a demon-human hybrid and has developed certain special powers.  And so I’ll be spending a day in the near future trying to turn myself into shadows, walking through walls, and running from people I believe to be members of the sinister occultist organization who want to clone me and then kill off the original. If you live in Los Angeles, keep an eye out for me this weekend.

If I could be a fictitious character for one day it would probably be Roald Dahl’s Henry Sugar, who trains himself to see through the backs of playing cards and makes millions at casinos around the world. Yes, I would also donate the money to orphanages like Henry does, but I’d probably sock a few hundred thousand away for future outings as other characters, and for bail money.

What about you? Who are your favorite characters from the world of fiction? Who would you like to be for a day?

Build A Story With Bryan #4

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Build A Story is back with Round #4, and since it’s October I thought we’d try something Halloween-themed. So read forth and lend us a sentence or two and I’ll post the story periodically as it grows, or mutates rather, like a mad scientist’s genetic experiment gone frightfully awry.

He said there’s nothing to be afraid of and soothed his bitten hand with our last stick of butter.    

What happens next is up to boo…