Waste Your Fragrance
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its fragrance on the desert air.—Thomas Gray
I couldn’t help notice the alacrity with which you all got stuck into writing a spontaneous novel on these pages last year and it got me thinking. Why not set up a series of Politely Homicidal collaborative novels? Select a number of genres, get the ball rolling and see what develops.
So that’s what I’ve done. The first PH Collaboration (or Hive Mind Project) is a modernist novel called The Lie of The City.
Some of you might reasonably object that ‘modernism’ isn’t, strictly speaking, a ‘genre’. Well, seeing as how ‘modernism’ itself is so hard to pin down, I think that we can treat it as a genre for our purposes. I guess it’s one of those things like ‘pornography’: hard to define but you know it when you see it.
I’ll put up a link on the side bar and I look forward to seeing where you decide to take this. Let me state at the outset: I have no idea who the protagonist is, where he’s come from or where he’s going; nor do I have any idea which direction the novel will take. It’s entirely up to you. And honestly, can it turn out any worse than Rourke’s The Canal? I doubt it very much.
In the coming weeks, I’ll be adding a crime novel, an Alan Furst-style thriller and a fantasy novel. Look at it this way: it’s got to be a more interesting time-waster than doing crossword-puzzles.