The Perfect Ending: Hollywood v. the Novel, Part 3

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MalteseFalcon1930[1]And now for the third and final comparison of the closing scene in a major Hollywood movie with the closing scene in the novel on which it was based.

Our focus today: The Maltese Falcon. The supposed last line of the movie version invariably makes those lists of Top Ten Greatest Closing Lines: “The stuff that dreams are made of.” Except that isn’t the closing line. And, moreover, that quote is missing a small but important word.

But first the author: Dashiell Hammett. Over the course of the half century since his death in 1961, Hammett’s literary reputation has grown from being “the dean of the hard-boiled school of detective fiction” (according to his New York Times obituary) to having Time magazine include his 1929 novel Red Harvest on its list of 100 best English-language novels published since 1923 to having all five of his novels collected and published in the esteemed Library of America edition.

Hammett’s best known novel, The Maltese Falcon, was published in 1930. A decade later, Warner Bros. turned it into a major motion picture with Humphrey Bogart in the lead as the private eye Sam Spade.

Hammett was the master of the noir mystery genre, as he makes clear in the opening paragraph, which is a description of Sam Spade’s face as a series of V shapes, from his jaw to his mouth to his hooked nose to the the pale brown hair that grew down “from high flat temples in a point on his forehead.” The paragraph ends: “He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.”

Both the novel and the movie begin with Spade and his partner, Miles Archer, being hired by the beautiful “Miss Wonderly” to follow one Floyd Thursby, who has allegedly run off with Wonderly’s younger sister. By the end of the night, Archer and Thursby are both dead. Spade discovers that Wonderly’s real name is Brigid O’Shaughnessy, that she never had a sister, and that Thursby was an acquaintance who betrayed her. And to add another layer of complexity, Spade was having an affair with Archer’s wife Ida, who believes Spade killed her husband.HUMPHREY BOGART WITH THE MALTESE FALCON

Before long, Spade is involved in the hunt for the the mysterious figurine of a black falcon. According to Casper Gutman, one searcher who has been on the trail for 17 years, the figurine was originally a gift from the Knights of Malta to the King of Spain but was lost in transit. Covered with a fortune’s worth of diamonds and other jewels, the Maltese Falcon acquired a layer of black enamel to conceal its value.

Hammett ends the novel a dark note. The case has concluded, the figurine recovered. Sam Spade returns to his office the next day, where his loyal secretary Effie Perine is reading the newspaper account of her boss’s exploits. She is clearly disturbed by his callous betrayal of Brigid O’Shaughnessy.  This Effie is a far cry from the one we met in the opening chapter–the cheerful one who looked up to her boss as a shining knight. She has lost her innocence.

The book ends with Sam seated behind his desk. Effie announces “in a small flat voice” that “Iva is here.” The final lines:

Spade, looking at his desk, nodded almost imperceptibly. “Yes,” he said, and shivered. “Well, send her in.”

220px-Falconm[1]The movie ends the prior night. After Brigid has been led out of the apartment by the cops, the police sergeant lifts up the black figurine. “It’s heavy,” he says. “What is it?”

Spade grimly answers: “The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of.” Invariably, the quoted version omits the “uh.” Seemingly no big deal, until you watch the scene itself and catch the nuance in Bogart’s delivery.

The actual final line of the movie is the sergeant’s response to Spade’s grandiose statement:“Huh?”

Spade, figurine in hand, then heads out the apartment door. He pauses as the cops walk Brigid into the elevator. She turns, tears on her cheeks. The elevator cage closes, the elevator door slides shut,  and the movie closes on Spade walking down the stairs and out of view. The scene’s power–including the subtle “uh” and the humorous “Huh?”–needs to be viewed to be fully appreciated. Enjoy!

The Perfect Ending? Hollywood versus the Novel, Part 2

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23 - Baum WizardOfOz NoPlaceLikeHome[1]Following up on my last post, here is a look at the closing scene of the second of three classic Hollywood movies and the closing lines of the novel on which it is based.

While almost all of us have seen and can even recite lines from the 1939 MGM motion picture musical, The Wizard of Oz, our collective knowledge of the novel on which it is based is sparse. If nothing else, this is a sobering reminder of the fleeting nature of fame. During the first two decades of the 20th century, L. Frank Baum was the literary equivalent of J.K. Rowlings. In 1900, the first of his Land of Oz series–The Wonderful Wizard of Oz–was published to great critical acclaim and financial success. Indeed, it remained at or near the top of the list of children’s bestsellers for two years. He would publish 13 more novels in the Land of Oz series.

But back to the movie version. As we all recall, Dorothy, having clicked the heels of her ruby slippers three times, awakes back home in her bed, surrounded by her uncle, aunt and the three farmhands (who, in Oz , were the Tin Man, the Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion). The scene and the movie end with Dorothy uttering one of the most famous closing lines in film history: “Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home.”

In the book, as in the movie, the Good Witch Glinda reveals the secret of her magic shoes. In the book, however, they are the Silver Shoes. After Dorothy clicks them together and makes her wish–“Take me home to Aunt Em!”–she awakes not in bed but “sitting on the broad Kansas prairie” near “the new farmhouse Uncle Henry built after the cyclone had carried away the old one.” Toto jumps out of her arms and runs toward the barn, barking furiously.

The final chapter, which is just three short paragraphs, reads as follows:wizard_title_page[2]

Aunt Em had just come out of the house to water the cabbages when she looked up and saw Dorothy running toward her.

“My darling child!” she cried, folding the little girl in her arms and covering her face with kisses. “Where in the world did you come from?”

“From the Land of Oz,” said Dorothy gravely. “And here is Toto, too. And oh, Aunt Em! I’m so glad to be at home again!”

Different mediums, different endings, but each well tailored to its medium.

The Perfect Ending? Hollywood Versus the Novel, Part 1

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220px-The_Silence_of_the_Lambs_poster[1]T.S. Eliot opened his poem “East Coker” with the line: “In my beginning is my end,” and he closed it, “In my end is my beginning.”

I wrote about beginnings in my last Poisoned Pen Press blog post–specifically, the form and function of a great opening line to a novel. My next post for that blog, still a work in progress, is on the form and function of a great closing line, and whether the end is indeed “in the beginning.”

In the process, I became intrigued by a related issue: the contrast between what works in a movie versus what works in a novel. A recent New York Times article on the struggles of adapting a novel (or other written source material) to the screen highlights those challenges. One way to look at the issue is to compare the closing lines in a novel to the closing scene in the movie-adaptation of that novel.

I picked three great movies, each of which has a famous closing line and each of which is based upon a highly regarded novel.

This first post examines the endings of Silence of the Lambs, which was a bestselling and well-written suspense novel about a serial killer that got turned into a blockbuster movie that swept the Oscars that year, winning Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Actress and Best Adapted Screenplay.

While both the novel (by Thomas Harris) and the movie (directed by Jonathan Demme) are ostensibly about the FBI’s efforts to track down a serial killer known as Buffalo Bill, what drives that story, and elevates it above the typical serial killer tale, is the intense, complex relationship between Clarice Starling, the young FBI trainee, and Dr. Hannibal Lector, the brilliant forensic psychiatrist and cannibalistic sociopath who is serving 9 consecutive life sentences in a mental institution for a series of horrific murders. Lector has insights into Buffalo Bill’s psyche, and Starling tries to develop a relationship with him in the hopes of finding the serial killer before he murders again. The result is one of the oddest love stories in literature or Hollywood.

But what about the endings? Both need to include a reference to the phrase “silence of the lambs.” The phrase dates back to Clarice’s childhood on the farm and her trauma when she awoke at night to the sounds of the lambs screaming as they were being slaughtered. Dr. Lector concludes that Clarice wants desperately to save Katherine Martin, the missing Senator’s daughter, because she feels that by saving her, she’ll be able to silence her memories of those lambs that she was unable to save.

So, too, both endings need to include some mention of Hannibal Lector’s nemesis, Dr. Frederick Chilton. He is the pompous, incompetent director of the asylum near Baltimore where Dr. Lector has been imprisoned. Dr. Lector has masterminded an escape from the asylum. Surely he must have something nasty in mind for Dr. Chilton.


Thomas Harris ends his novel on a soft, almost poignant coda. Dr. Lector is somewhere in South America. He has just finished an note to Dr. Chilton suggesting that he would be paying him a visit in the near future, after which it would “make sense for the hospital to tattoo feeding instructions on Chilton’s forehead to save paperwork.” But then he starts a gentler letter to Clarice Starling: “Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?” He ends the letter by gazing out the window at the constellation Orion, telling Clarice that “I expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.”

The final paragraph begins: “Far to the east, on the Chesapeake shore, Orion stood high in the clear night, above a big old house, and a room where the fire is banked for the night, its light pulsing gently with the wind above the chimneys. On the large bed there are many quilts, and on the quilts and under them are several large dogs.” That paragraph, and the novel, ends: “the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.”

The movie version ends on a wittier but macabre note that takes full advantage of the big screen. Dr. Lector calls Clarice from an undisclosed Caribbean location near an airport. He starts by asking her, “Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?”  But then he spots his nemesis, Dr. Chilton, getting off the plane. “I do wish we could chat longer,” he says, “but I’m having an old friend for dinner.” He hangs up as she keeps repeating into the phone, “Dr. Lector? Dr. Lector? Dr. Lector?” The scene and the movie end with a long tracking shot of Dr. Chilton walking through a noisy, crowded street while Hannibal Lector, in a cream-colored suit and panama hat, leisurely strolls behind him. Here’s the clip.

Two endings, each terrific, and adapted to its medium.

The Literary Lounge Lizard: Pick-up Lines Gone Wrong

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it-was-a-dark-and-stormy-night1[1]My last two posts were salutes to the greatest pick-up lines in literature–those magical opening sentences that lure you into the novel. As in a singles bar, the best pick-up lines in novels feature a surprise twist at the end. George Orwell understood that rule in crafting the opener to his novel Nineteen Eighty-Four: “It was a bright cold day in June, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

But bad opening lines, like bad pick-up lines, can become the stuff of legend. Snoopy starts each of his doghouse novels with the opening seven words from Edward Bulwer-Lytton’s 1830 novel Paul Clifford: “It was a dark and stormy night.”

I’m not sure what turned that opener into such a groaner–after all, more than a century later those same seven words opened Madeline L’Engle’s beloved A Wrinkle in Time–but Snoopy was not the only one inspired to poke fun at them. San Jose State’s annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest asks entrants to compose a bad opening sentence to an imaginary novel. My all-time favorite: “Just beyond the Narrows, the river widens.”  My second favorite: “As a scientist, Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber he would never hear the end of it.”stormy night[1]

71DY203KBBL._SL500_AA300_[1]And for those of us in the crime novel genre, I salute Steve Lynch of San Marcos, California, who won in the Detective Fiction category in 2011 with this “homage” to Raymond Chandler: “She walked into my office wearing a body that would make a man write bad checks, but in this paperless age you would first have to obtain her ABA Routing Transit Number and Account Number and then disable your own Overdraft Protection in order to do so.”

But the beauty of opening lines, like beauty in general, is in the eye of the beholder. Earlier this year, an outfit called the American Book Review published its list of the 100 best first lines in literature. Not so fast, responded Andrea Harris, the witty voice behind the wonderful blog The Twisted Spinster, where she offers her own take on those Top 100. Enjoy.


The Great American Opener: More Thoughts on Literary Pick-up Lines

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Mark-Twain-public-domain-e1353316357400[1]Following up on my last post, I had some more thoughts on what makes a great opening line. Two contenders for The Great American Novel are also contenders for The Great American Opener.

Herman Melville starts Moby Dick with the concise but enigmatic “Call me Ishmael.”

Hmm . . . not your real name, eh? Why do want us to call you Ishmael? The Biblical Ishmael? Why him?

By contrast, Mark Twain’s greatest work, Huckleberry Finn,  itself a departure from all prior American literature, makes that clear from the start: “You don’t know me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.”

Read that passage again, but slower this time, and consider what’s happening in that first paragraph. We have a fictional narrator who knows the actual author, has in fact read the author’s prior novel, is familiar enough with the events in that novel to spot the inaccuracies, and is now writing his own story, apparently without a copy editor (and thus the “ain’t” and the grammatical errors). This is meta-fiction decades before it was “invented.”imagesCAAN4B19

In more ways than one, Ernest Hemingway was right when he wrote, “All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn.” As Mark Twain demonstrates in that magical first paragraph, the great pick-up line lures you into the second sentence, which pulls you into the third, and before you know it you’ve reached Chapter Two. That is the art of seduction.

What is my favorite opening paragraph in modern American letters? Not even close. Turn to page one of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegaswhich works the same way as the opening paragraph of Huckleberry Finn. The first sentence pulls you into the next, and by the end of that first paragraph you just have to read the next paragraph. Here it is:

FLLV[1]“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ‘I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive….’ And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?”

Thank you, Hunter Thompson, R.I.P.

Dead Lawyers, Pet Cemeteries, and First Novels

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The two questions readers most frequently ask me are:

1.  Why are so many legal thrillers written by trial lawyers?

2.  How do you come up with the crazy ideas for your novels?

I try to answer both questions in a recent piece I wrote for the blog on Poisoned Pen Press, which will be publishing my next Rachel Gold novel, The Flinch Factor, this coming Spring.

Here’s that post, entitled The Joys of Gravedigging.