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Edward Wolf is the pen name and public image of a gruff old goat who spent most of his adult life working as a commercial writer in advertising and public relations, and who walked away from a secure job to purse his ambition to become a novelist. (OK, no one said I was smart.)
I am a hermit who would rather be left alone to write than occupy my time trying to get people to notice me. Attention makes me uncomfortable. I once entered a contest for professional public relations writers, won several awards for my work, and was embarrassed as hell.
However, unfortunately, the curse of a writer is that if anyone is ever going to read his/her work, he/she has to get noticed. As a result, I feel more comfortable drawing attention to Edward Wolf than to myself. Let Edward Wolf seek the attention. I just want to make enough money to keep writing.
My novels are about adults, written for adults, and my characters are not stick figures who exist only to carry the plot. I’ve always felt that a good book was one which, when you finish the last page and put the book down, you feel like you are saying goodbye to close friend. I read “The Da Vinci Code” and loved the plot—couldn’t wait for the mystery to unravel. But after finishing it, I was done with it. I didn’t care about the characters. I didn’t like them, or dislike them. And to be honest, if, after they solved the mystery, they had been run over by a truck, it wouldn’t have bothered me a bit. Let’s face it, there have been hundreds of books with great plots written about the civil war. Most have been forgotten. But everyone still wants to know what happened to Scarlett O’Hara after Rhett Butler walked away.
These are the kinds of characters I strive to create. Some of my characters are fueled by fire, rage, lust, and determination, while others are moved by altruism. My best characters are motivated by all of the above.
I’ve noticed as I’ve gone through life that there are a few people who use graphic language. As a result, some of my characters also do—but not all of them. I have no control over that. Expression, graphic or prosaic, is defined by the character. I have characters who could never use a four-letter word, characters who are occasionally provoked into swearing, and characters who spew four-letter epithets with every breath. I’ve met these people and believe it is unrealistic to pretend we live in a world where everyone speaks in a language appropriate for a G-rated movie.
The same is true of sex. I don’t write erotica. My characters don’t have sex in every chapter. As a matter of fact, like the rest of us, they don’t have sex all that often. However, they are adults, and do engage in sexual activity—sometimes as a beautiful act of love, other times merely exhibiting raw animal lust. Again, that’s not my choice. The characters dictate what they do. As a writer, I could, for instance, no more have Mary Poppins groveling in lust than I could have Fanny Hill walking away from a lover to attend church.
On the other hand, as a writer, I realize the road to readership is greased with gore and violence. The writing life would be much easier if I would only give in to murder and sadism. Horror and violence are highly coveted and socially acceptable—even in children’s literature. (Jack can slay the giant, but he can’t look at a bare-breasted woman.)
However, it is my quirky, subconscious belief that writers, among others, play a part in bringing into the world that which we create. We have enough horror, violence, and gore in our world. I choose not to bring any more in.
What’s more, while I’m writing a novel, I live with my characters for quite a while. I don’t like all of them. There are a few who are necessary for the plot whom I don’t like having around. It’s hard enough living with these characters. I don’t want to bring a Hannibal Lecter into my bed, or into my head, and I truly don’t want to invite him into my readers’ lives.
It’s a personal choice. I’m arrogant enough to believe I can keep your attention without feeding you a disemboweled corps on every page. Mark Twain did it. Pearl S. Buck did it. So I know it can be done.
