“What a wonderful, gripping book,” she said.
“Yes,” I said, “so I’ve heard. I’ve not read it.”
“Oh, but you must. It’s wonderful.” Her enthusiasm was all over her face.
“Why is it so wonderful?” I asked.
“It’s so real. So gripping.”
“Really. I’ve just written a book based on my research,” I said, hoping to persuade her to read my novel, Shadows Walking. “Everything in it either happened, or could have happened. Some of the characters and the dialogue, of course, are fictional. But the historical setting in which they make their choices and the consequences of those choices—I didn’t invent any of that. It’s as ‘real’ as I could write it.”
“What’s it about?” she asked.
“Nazi Germany. How a well-meaning, intelligent doctor decides to join the Nazi Party, then does what Nazi doctors did, and finally tries to understand why he made those awful choices.”
“Oh, no. I won’t read anything like that,” she said with a shudder.
“Why not?” I could not resist asking.
“Because it’s true. It’s too real. It really happened.”
“But you just told me, Larssen’s book is wonderful because it is so real.”
“That’s different. It’s fiction. It didn’t happen.”That conversation set me to thinking. People, myself included, sometimes read a fictional work because it is “so real,” but we know it’s really not “real.” I love to read fantasy, magic realism, contra-factual histories, science fiction, fairy tales, and more. I love the imagination so many authors bring to their subjects: their vivid creation of these alternate realities becomes as real as this world’s. Those who bring this off are praiseworthy in great measure just because their works are so real. Reading them gives me another way of seeing, not only the world they create for my pleasure, but the world in which I really exist. Escaping reality is fun in itself, and can be cathartic when we return to our real world. I am sure Larssen’s works do this, too.
Still, I am an historian, devoted to telling, to the best of my ability, what “really” happened. But no human being can tell what really happened. The past is too intricate, too tightly knotted. Evidence is either missing, or so vast that no one can comprehend it all. Instead, historians must be content to tell stories about the past—hoping, of course, that what they tell is as true as they can make it. In other words, history is not what happened, but what historians say happened. It’s not supposed to be fiction, of course. A good historian cannot violate what is known to be a fact. But the story about those facts—seeing a pattern among them, saying one or another caused a subsequent fact, emphasizing some and leaving others out—that’s what makes an historian like a novelist. Both are eager to tell their stories. Good history and good fiction overlap.
So why is my telling of a story, as true as I can make it historically, but organized around fictional characters making choices within fictional plot, not as appealing to some readers as a story that is praiseworthy because it is so “real” but wasn’t real at all?
In graduate school, I had a history professor who said, often many times during the course of a lecture, “What you must realize is…” He meant, of course, “what you must make real” in studying history, what we needed to do to leap into the era he was describing and actually see it, smell it, feel it, fully sense the reality of it. Larssen apparently does that with brilliance in his novels. Violence, pain, anguish, revenge and whatever else the reader encounters in his work is as believable as it needs to be, in order for a willing reader to actually sense reality. That’s exactly what I wanted to achieve in Shadows Walking—both as an historian and as a novelist.
The violence in Stieg Larssen’s novels did not happen, but he succeeds in making his readers think that it did. Just because this violence appears to be real, but is not, he offers us an escape from a reality that is all too real. Fine enough. As I say, I know how satisfying it is to enjoy fantasies, to escape reality. And I know, my novel is not enjoyable in this sense. In another sense, though, I do hope it is worthwhile.
Douglas R. Skopp is the author of Shadows Walking. You can read Kelly (Kailana's) review of the book here. Douglas does stop by and answer comments, so feel free to communicate with him here.