7 Questions For: Author Michael Grant

Michael Grant is the evil genius of YA Fiction. By his own admission he sets out to scare his readers. That might explain why one of his biggest fans is Stephen King who called The Gone Series ‘A driving, torrential narrative’.

But Michael is interested in more than just scaring people. With his major new trilogy, Front Lines, he finally gets to match his greed for a good story with his passion for history. He wants the reader to forget about dates and to look again at things they thought they knew from school. In his own words, ‘history is the backstory of the human race … statistics don’t really tell the whole story. For that you need people – characters. The latest instalment, Silver Stars, finds Michael’s characters already battle hardened, but they still have much conflict to face both on and behind the battle field.

Michael has also been selected as a World Book Day author for 2017. For this he has written an exclusive Front Lines story, Dead of Night.

Michael’s life is a rich source for his torrential narratives. Growing up in a military family he’s lived in almost 50 different homes in 14 US states, and moved in with his wife, Katherine Applegate, after knowing her less than 24 hours. Michael and Katherine were running their own cleaning business when they were working on their first book. Since trading in his marigolds, Michael has now written around 150 books (with Katherine, as himself, under pseudonyms and as a ghostwriter).

He now lives in the San Francisco Bay area taking his inspiration from his charming view of Alcatraz. From across those dark waters have emerged his dystopian fantasy series, Gone, his thrilling futuristic trilogy Bzrk, the menacing Messenger of Fear, and now the epic reimagining of the past, Front Lines.

Michael Grant is the author or co-author of 150 books. His newest is Monster, the seventh book in the Gone series. You can follow him on Twitter, Facebook, or visit his website.

Click here to read my review of Gone.

Click here to read my review of The Magnificent 12: The Call.

And now Michael Grant faces the 7 Questions:


Question Seven: What are your top three favorite books?

I’m going to cheat and name series.  The Aubrey/Maturin books by Patrick O’Brian, the Flashman books by George MacDonald Fraser, and The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler, because man, I wish I could write like Chandler.

Question Six: How much time do you spend each week writing? Reading?

I spend about 3 hours a day, seven days a week, actually typing words or at least intending to.  Another hour a day on social media and assorted nonsense.  And anytime I’m conscious I may be thinking about a book.  I do very little reading in the conventional sense, I listen to a lot of audiobooks. I’m a bit ADD and audiobooks allow me to read more closely.


Question Five: What was the path that led you to publication?

My wife, Katherine Applegate and I were at a low point in our lives after many other low points, and Katherine suggested we should become writers. So I said: OK.  At the time we were cleaning homes and offices on Cape Cod.  We wrote a pair of Herlequins, switched to ghostwriting for Sweet Valley, eventually created Animorphs and finally became the Towering Geniuses of Literature Loved By All that we are today.

Question Four: Do you believe writers are born, taught or both? Which was true for you?

I believe a certain amount of innate talent is required. From that point you are either taught, or teach yourself. I taught myself. I’ve never taken a writing course or read a full book on writing (though I did skim Stephen King’s book, because he’s Stephen King).  I dislike being ‘taught,’ I much prefer figuring it out for myself.  I don’t like downloading some canned knowledge app, I want to write the software myself.  I’m the writing equivalent of one of those people who, rather than simply buying a car, insist on making one from a kit.


Question Three: What is your favorite thing about writing? What is your least favorite thing?

My favorite thing is that I’m sitting here in my courtyard wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, starting and ending my day whenever I choose, writing what I choose.  I’m as free as I know how to be while still making a living.  Very few people get to do that, and there is never a day when I don’t acknowledge how well my life turned out, and recognize how much of it was just dumb luck.

My least favorite part of writing is social media. It’s fun talking to fans, but the rest of it is stupidity and nastiness.

Question Two: What one bit of wisdom would you impart to an aspiring writer? (feel free to include as many other bits of wisdom as you like)

Start writing.  If you start writing and are very pleased with the result and think your words are just about perfect, go find another career.  If you start writing and discover as you go along that there are gaps in your skills, that it is hard for you to put into words what is in your head, and begin to realize that writing has squat to do with inspiration and everything to do with work?  And if you read your stuff back and wince, and hear false notes, and feel the need to fix those things? Congratulations, you may become a writer.  You need an ‘ear’ for what’s wrong, and the pride and work ethic to fix it.

Question One: If you could have lunch with any writer, living or dead, who would it be? Why?

I wouldn’t.  First, I’m quite anti-social and don’t really enjoy hanging out.  And second, I have never understood the point of meeting writers.  I do meet writers, of course, on book tour or at conferences.  But a writer is his or her writing. Either I enjoy their work or I don’t, but either way, how is my life improved by discovering that a writer has bad breath or a booger hanging out of his nose?

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Book of the Week: THE MAGNIFICENT 12: THE CALL by Michael Grant

Today we’re chatting about The Magnificent 12: The Call by Michael Grant. I’d like to tell you he’ll be here on Thursday to do one of our writer interviews, but it’s looking like that’s not going to work out after all.  Mr. Grant, if you’re reading this,we’d love to have you by anytime to face the 7 Questions and the invitation remains open.

And now let’s talk about this book, starting with the opening lines:

David MacAvory—whose friends called him Mack—was not an unlikely hero. He was an impossible hero.

First, there was the fact that he was only twelve years old. And then there was the fact that he was not especially big, strong, kind, or good-looking.

Plus he was scared. Scared of what? Quite a list of things… (what follows is a list of things David is afraid of—MG Ninja)

…So this was not a twelve-year-old you’d expect to become one of the greatest heroes in human

history—not the person you’d expect would try and save the world from the greatest evil it had ever faced.

But that’s our story.

One thing to remember: most heroes end up dead.

Isn’t that a swell opening? I think it is. Right away, Grant tells us who the story is about, sets the tone for the book so the reader knows at once whether or not this is a novel for her, and he gives us a preview of what sort of story we can expect to read. You can’t ask a book opening to do much more than that. I know many of us writers sometimes struggle with finding places in the narrative to work in important exposition about the protagonist, particularly their age. I’ve seen writers go to all sorts of weird lengths to work this information in, but I prefer Grant’s method of just coming right out and stating it. Keeps things simple. And as you may have guessed from the title, the number 12 is of some importance in this book.

The Magnificent 12: The Call is another book like The Smokey Corridor that is so involved it defies summary. Mack, David MacAvory’s preferred name, is just a regular adolescent dealing with bully issues at Richard Gere Middle School (actually the name of the school) until one day a magical old man in a black robe shows up in the hall and freezes time to save him from an apparent bully attack. The old man tells Mack:

“You have foes of which you dream not,” the old man rasped. “Foes which, if you only knew of them, your blood would freeze like a mountain stream in winter and your hands would tremble and lose their strength.”

Mack found this alarming. “Hey! I don’t have any enemies. I’m not looking for trouble. I have a math test.”

“We choose not our enemies. Your foes are the foes of your blood. For in your veins runs the blood true of the Magnifica.”

“Is that Latin?”

“You are called, young hero. Called! To save the world from the nameless evil.”

“What’s the name of this nameless evil?” Mack asked.

“The Pale Queen! But we name her not.”

“You just did.”

The old man informs Mack that he must save the world from The Pale Queen, who is about to rise again after 3000 years, and I think you'll enjoy his description of her:

“So you tied up this Pale Queen for three thousand years.”

“Exactly. Forever. Or so we thought. It turns out three thousand years is still not forever. And now the three thousand years has all but run its course. In just a few months the Dread Foe will be loosed in all her fury, all her rage, all her sphincter-clenching, heart-clutching, throat-gobbling, spit-drying, blood-freezing, bowel-loosening terror!”

I think these passages tell you just about everything you need to know regarding the plot as well as the tone. The Magnificent 12: The Call is a long way from serious. I would call it satire, but the only thing I can pinpoint its satirizing is itself. Michael Grant is having a laugh and he invites us to join him. Here is how Mack and his friend and former bully Stefan react to the news of their mission:

“Where are you going to go?” Stefan asked.

Mack turned and walked backward, holding his hands out in a helpless gesture. “I guess I’m going to save the world.”

“Yeah?” Stephan said. “Okay, then; I’ll go, too.”

The assistant principal stepped out of his office as they passed. “Just where do you think you’re going, Mr. MacAvoy?”

“Saving the world, sir.”

And now I’ll risk another diversion into movies to illustrate the one and only point I want to make about craft this week. One of the greatest lessons I ever learned about storytelling came from watching The Lost World: Jurassic Park. There are a lot of reasons that film was not as good as the first JP and I could write another post just about them, but I want to focus on one scene: the scene in which the two tyrannosauruses knock a research trailer containing Dr. Malcom, his girlfriend, and that guy from Swingers over the edge of a cliff. The first Jurassic Park is a classic and a genuinely tense film, especially for younger viewers who will never forget the first time they saw the T-Rex crash through the top of a jeep and try to eat the children inside. The second film is directed by Steven Spielberg and should be every bit as good and isn’t because it looses credibility about halfway through.

In the crucial scene when Dr. Malcom and his science homies are hanging over the cliff in a trailer facing a fate of either plunging to their deaths or being chomped by a T-Rex, while their other homie is trying as hard as he can to pull them back up to safety, they make jokes. “What do you need,” that guy from The West Wing calls down to them and in response they call out orders for fast food and laugh. And like that, the scene lost this viewer for the rest of the film. People being attacked by dinosaurs are frightened out of their minds the way the children were in the first film, not laughing in the face of death. If Dr. Malcom and his crew aren’t convinced they are really in danger, the viewer isn’t convinced. Why I should I be concerned they are going to die when they aren’t? Also, how much of a threat can raptors really be if little girls can kick them into glass and kill them? But I digress.

Enough Alan Grant, let’s get back to Michael Grant. There are plenty of monsters in his book and Mack only rarely seems put out by them. During one scene, a monster attacks Mack’s plane and throws him out of it, and yet he and his buddy Stefan continue to make jokes. Mack plunges to his death still cracking jokes. In fact, he only has a handful of scenes in which his reactions match reader expectations the whole novel. Most of his reactions to the increasingly weird scenarios he faces are like his above reaction to learning he has to save the world. Mack is cool and sardonic, and only somewhat interested in the newest threat to his life. It’s almost as though he is aware he is the main character and therefore likely to make it through to the end of the series.

So how is it that Mack’s joking during monster attacks does not ruin his story the way Dr. Malcom’s joking ruined The Lost World? The answer is tonal consistency. In the film, we’re presented with somewhat realistic characters that up until the key trailer scene have reactions to the narrative that are believable for them and then at the crucial moment they shift to unbelievable.

Mack is never a realistic character. Note, this is not the same as his not being a believable or relatable character. Mack is believable for a boy who inhabits the world of this story filled with comedy and farce and his reactions are consistent throughout the book. He is not especially concerned when he comes home from school to find a golem, a creature of shape shifting mud, has shifted to look like him. He takes it in stride the same way he takes the news of his being responsible for saving the world or that a monster has attacked his plane. Grant starts his story with a tone of farce and maintains it to the novel’s end. In fact, were Mack to suddenly behave realistically, that would throw the reader out of the story.

Here is the way Grant opens a chapter late in the book that would totally be out of place in almost any other sort of book, and yet totally works here because it is consistant with the chapters that came before it:

One of the rules of Great Literature is: show, don’t tell. But one of the other rules of Great Literature is: don’t go on and on with boring scenes where nothing happens but a lot of talking.

So let’s just have a quick glance at what Jarrah told Mack and Stefan on the way into stunning Sydney Harbour, and then move on, shall we?

If any other writer in any other book opened a chapter that way, we might scoff and think "this writer can't be serious." But in the case of Michael Grant, we know he's not serious. He hasn't been serious yet. That's the whole point. And this passage is fun and funny in part because we have no expectation it would be otherwise.

By the way, the shape-shifting golem is my favorite character in the book and I can’t finish this review without telling you about him. The golem takes over Mack’s life pretending to be him while Mack is on his quest to save the world from The Pale Queen. He writes to Mack to let him know how his life as a human boy is going, and the golem’s messages are absolutely hysterical. I don’t want to ruin them for you, so I’ll just share an early one by way of example:

DEAR MACK,

TODAY I ATE PIZZA. BUT I REALIZED THAT I DO NOT HAVE A STOMACH AND HAD TO SPIT IT OUT ON THE TABLE. LATER I USED A SPOON TO REACH INSIDE MY MOUTH AND DIG OUT A STOMACH. I PLACED THE MUD CAREFULLY IN THE TOILED AND FLUSHED MANY TIMES. NOW THERE IS WATER ON THE FLOOR AND ALSO ON THE STAIRS. I THINK MOM NOTICED.

YOUR FRIEND,

GOLEM

DEAR MACK,

I HAD AN EXCELLENT DAY AT SCHOOL. THE WOMAN CALLED MS. CHAPMAN ASKED ME IF I WAS STILL DEVOURING BOOKS. SHE SMILED SO I KNEW THIS WAS A GOOD THING. I SAID THAT I WAS. I DEVOURED ONE FOR HER AND SHE STOPPED SMILING. THEN I MET THE MAN CALLED ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL FURMAN, WHO ASKED ME WHAT MY MAJOR MALFUNCTION WAS. I EXPLAINED TO HIM THAT I CANNOT MALFUNCTION BECAUSE I AM A SUPERNATURAL CREATURE MADE OF MUD. HE TOLD ME TO GO AWAY.

YOUR FRIEND,

GOLEM

And once again I see I have rambled on for too long and now we’re out of time. To sum it all up, The Magnificent 12: The Call is a very funny little book you can curl up with and have a good time. It’s an especially good read for boys in the same vein of a Mel Brooks/David Zucker comedy, not unlike the Melvin Beederman Superhero books. Don’t forget to check back Saturday when we’ll have literary agent Kate Epstein here and check by on Thursday if you haven’t had enough of my rambling yet:) I’ll leave you now with some of my other favorite passages from The Magnificent 12: The Call:

Possibly because his eyes were like translucent blue marbles. Not blue with a little black dot in the middle and a lot of white all around, but a sort of smeary blue that covered iris, pupil, and all the other eye parts. As if he had started with normal blue eyes, but they’d been pureed in a blender and then poured back into his eyeholes.

The stoners had a bully, but he tended to lose focus and so was not very effective at terrorizing people.

The bell rang, ending the school day, and kids exploded from classrooms like buckshot from a shotgun.

The word huh was roughly one-third of Stefan’s vocabulary.

This was the most anticipated moment in the history of Richard Gere Middle School. Imagine the degree of anticipation that might have greeted the simultaneous release of an Iron Man movie, a brand-new sequel to a Harry Potter book, and albums by the top three bands all rolled into one happy, nervous, “OMG, I totally can’t wait to see this!” moment.

Mack screamed. Screamed like a little girl.

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