When I write, I use the
close third person point-of-view (POV) to tell the stories in The Shiloh Trilogy. I
actually have three POV characters. First,
is Jamie Harper, an officer in the Union army and nominally the lead
protagonist in all three books – he is the title character, after all: Harper’s
Donelson, Harper’s Rescue, and Harper’s Shiloh. Next is Gustav
Magnusson, a corporal in Harper’s regiment and the oldest child and only son of
the lead Friend in a Quaker Meeting in Salem, Iowa. Lastly is Katherine Malloy, known as Katie,
who first appears in the story as a saloon girl and high-priced
prostitute. This month, I want to talk
a bit about Katie and how she came to have such a prominent role in these three
books.
Katie appears in the first chapter after the
prolog in Harper’s Donelson. It
seems that Lieutenant Harper arrives in Paducah Kentucky on the afternoon before
his two-month convalescent leave expires and rather than report early to the First
Iowa’s duty office he has decided to spend the night in the comfortable
feather-bed of the most expensive “soiled-dove” in Paducah. Lafitte’s Hideout is an above-average saloon run by Franklin Bosley, his wife Loreena, and her
friend Eleanor. The saloon gets its name from the Louisiana heritage of the two
ladies.
When the story opens,
we find Harper and Katie in her bed slightly before sunrise, with Harper checking
to ensure that none of his valuables were stolen and thinking about his future
with the First Iowa while Katie chatters in the way that teen-aged girls
sometimes do.
When I first wrote this
chapter, it was to meet a class homework assignment: Write an Interest-Grabbing
First Chapter. At that time, I was taking creative writing courses at the
Extension University of U.C. San Diego and this particular class numbered
twenty students: fifteen women, five men, and a lady professor.
The expectation was
that the students would offer critiques of each other’s work and given the
composition of the class, I expected the worst when it came time to discuss the
chapter. In my turn, I stood and passed
copies of the five pages to the instructor and the other students. While I read
the work-in-progress, I avoided eye-contact with the people in the room by
reading directly from the pages. Eventually,
I reached the end of the piece and sat down to a silent room.
The three Fates smiled
on that day. When I looked at the other students, they were busy leafing
through the pages and not staring at me as if I had just pooped in the
punchbowl. The questions began and I waited with anticipation to collect
feedback on their impressions of Jamie Harper.
"Was I really going to
use this in a story?"
"Why did you choose to
make Katie just fifteen?"
"How did Katie come to be working in the saloon
at such a young age?"
"Was indentured prostitution
a real thing?"
Etc., etc., etc.
A stream of questions
about Katie’s back story and how did she play into the plot of Harper’s
Donelson. Meanwhile, I’m waiting to hear just how well I had revealed
Jamie Harper’s background as former marshal, a loner, and a man without
feelings for the people around him, an anti-hero. So I asked, “What did you
think about the Harper character?”
The answers were pretty
much: “Yeah, yeah. We get it: The Lone Stranger, Man-with-No-Name, Josey Wales, etc.
Got that, but where does Katie go in your story?”
My answer: “Well, she’s
a throw-away character. This is her last chapter.”
“Oh no you don’t.” This
was the unanimous decision of the class and the professor. “She has to stay!”
The women in the class were Katie’s greatest supporters.
So, she stayed and I had
to figure out how to get my 67-year-old male engineers’ brain inside the head
of a fifteen-year-old girl of the mid-nineteenth century and after that, decide
where her character arc would take her across a novel which was already too
large to be published. It is largely because of adding the story of Katie and
the other inhabitants of Lafitte’s Hideout that the over-sized novel: Harper’s
Shiloh became The Shiloh Trilogy.
If I continued to write in close third-person, what would I do with a
fifteen-year-old prostitute in the middle of a story about soldiers and fighting
and spitting and other guy stuff? I knew
that Katie should exist in the stories as realistically as possible. I also
knew that if she survived into Book 3, I would need to find a logical reason
why she should become part of Harper’s posse. I found a partial answer from an authors’
group on Facebook when I learned about a website called TV Tropes. It was while
visiting TV Tropes that ideas for Katie’s character arc flew off of the page –
too many to put into one book. The result of melding several of these tropes is
a relatively complex character who adds an entire new dimension to The Shiloh
Trilogy.
The trope which I
enjoyed using the most was: The Plucky Girl, described thus:
You might be able to pile
life complications onto this young woman
to the point where the readers would forgive her if she just refused to go on.
She might even have a chapter or so where she does throw
in the towel, because human beings
can only take so much of what the universe is handing her. But The Plucky Girl
always comes back. That's the bravery part.
The optimistic part is
the rest of it. This character leans toward the sane version of The
Pollyanna, blending the agency
of the Action
Girl with the sweetness
and wise
charm of the Spirited
Young Lady, while exhibiting a
strong sense of optimism and an unassailable spirit. You can beat her, but
damned if she'll let you break
her.
I had a lot of fun
working within this trope in the first book. It allowed me to throw a series of
outlandish mishaps at Katie to see how she would react and bounce back. The description of The Plucky Girl includes
a number of sub-tropes (the hyperlinks in the description) which also helped me
frame her reactions.
Another trope which I
found I needed to cultivate was the Moe (pronounced mo-eh) :
The
ability of a character to instill in the reader an irrational desire to adore
them, hug them, protect them, comfort them, etc.
To evoke a sort of Big Brother Instinct, in men and women.
This was a magic
combination. The only thing left to do was to observe modern teen-aged girls in
their natural habitat and then speculate how they might respond to the
challenges I planned for Katie if they were bound by elements of the two
tropes I had chosen. This worked so well that soon, one of the more common
comments from my reading group was a sad-faced: “Oh, Katie.”
In Harper’s Donelson,
Katie’s fate is set by the circumstances of how she became a saloon-girl and
how she responds to the trusted guidance of Eleanor and Loreena.
In Harper’s
Rescue, she is forced to confront the degrading reality of life as a
prostitute in an Army-town.
And how will the Fates treat her in Harper’s
Shiloh? Time will tell.
Here is an extract from
Harper’s Rescue which illustrates Katie’s dilemma.
****
Alone
in the darkness, despair began to tinge her thoughts and she fell into a
full-on crying jag. She had been in The Box once before, right after she
arrived in Paducah. Then, Loreena told her they must teach her what she
would do to entertain the soldiers.
Tonight,
she sat alone on the crude bed in the dark, dank cell awaiting her punishment.
Eleanor wouldn’t learn what had happened until morning. However, even Eleanor
might not be able to stop Loreena from keeping Katie locked here or allowing
the workmen at her.
Katie
shivered as much from the cold as from her fear. No sheets or blankets covered
the bed – not even a mattress. She felt along the walls around the small space
but couldn’t find any other objects on the dirt floor except the dry, empty
honey bucket. Katie moved her hands along the walls to search for something she
could use to keep warm. She found nothing there, only the ladder up to Mister
Bosley’s office. The Army had taken everything.
Feeling
had left her toes. They scuffed across the dirt floor. She paced the length of
The Box several times to keep the blood moving before she sat on the bed to rub
them hard and fast. After a minute or so, pain of the cold stabbed at them.
Frustrated, Katie pulled her feet under her. She squeezed into the corner,
propping herself into a tight ball while covering her feet with the pillow sack.
Hoping she had found the daguerreotype of her mother, she pulled it from the
sack along with the dagger next to it.
Katie
gripped the picture and the knife to her chest. She wished her mother would
come visit now, while she waited for her punishment to begin. She rummaged into
the sack to find the bottle of opium extract. Her mother came to visit her when
she last used the opium. She would come again if Katie used the opium now.
Katie pulled the cork stopper to smell the concoction. No odor. She froze.
Opium was more powerful than laudanum. If she took any, she might not be able to
protect herself.
The
noise from some creature scuttling across the floor startled her before she
realized it was not a threat. Katie slumped into the corner of the cell. Her
shoulders, back, and arms burned from the stings of the riding crop. She wore stinking
clothes bought from a stable hand with everything she valued bundled into the
sack made from a pillowcase. A single tear rolled along the side of her nose,
onto her lips. They would be here in the morning, the way they had the last
time she stayed in The Box.
This
time, she had her dagger.
****
Sean Kevin Gabhann
author at Sundown Press
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Sean Kevin Gabhann is a Vietnam-era combat veteran of the US Navy. He first became interested in American Civil War history during the centennial celebration and he owns an extensive library of primary and secondary material related to that war. He especially likes to write about campaigns in the West because of a fascination with the careers of U.S Grant and W.T. Sherman. Gabhann lives in San Diego, California.
Hi Sean It's fascinating how your audience at the creative writing class latched on to a 15 year old girl as the most interesting character, and not the central character you'd picked. Apparently Patricia Cornwell was struggling to find a publisher for years for her police fiction about a male cop; and then one publisher (rejecting her) suggest she try using a less conventional leading figure: 'What about the woman you bring in who works in the forensic department? Your writing seems to come alive when you write about her.' So Cornwell gave the lead role to Dr. Kay Scarpeta and the rest is publishing history!
ReplyDeleteI have a lot of fun when I write Katie's chapters and I'm certain that having her character in the book has attracted a wider audience than having all-male, action-only books. It will be interesting to decide what I want from her in any books which follow the trilogy.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I could write an entire book with her as the lead protagonist but it is something to think about. My current goal is to build a series with James Harper as the main protag and a second series with a CSA counterpart to Harper.
Katie is definitely a sympathetic character. Whatever her ultimate fate, I'm hoping she goes out fighting... Well, unless she gets her happily ever after with a better life. That would be good. Really, really good. *grin*
ReplyDeleteKaye, Considering that she lives in the middle of a war zone, her "Happily Ever After" may have to wait until 1865. Meanwhile, she'll need to survive the next three years of whatever 'adventures' I can invent for her!
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