Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Pandora's Temple by Jon Land: Interview and Excerpt: Partners in Crime Tour Stop

 




Welcome Jon.  It’s so nice to host you on your tour through the blog-verse with Partners in Crime Virtual Tours. Thanks for agreeing to answer a few questions. How did you start your writing career?

 

You know, interestingly enough I actually didn’t know I even wanted to be a writer until around sophomore year when I was at Brown University where I was pre law at the time.

That’s when I realized how I much I enjoyed the process of writing practically anything, including magazine articles which I cut my teeth on writing for magazines like People and the Saturday Evening Post while I was still an undergraduate.  But it was also at Brown that I fell in love with reading, and you can’t be a writer if you don’t love to read.  That’s where I started to learn about structure, character, theme, setting—you name it.  And not from writing classes either; I’ve never taken one of those.  I learned everything I know about writing from reading, but was also blessed at Brown to have some great professors who really believed in and mentored me. I actually wrote my first novel as a senior thesis at Brown.  It was around 600 pages typed on a Smith-Corona typewriter—think I must have gone through about 20 ribbons! The book was god-awful, but I finished it and before me or anyone else can publish a book, we have to finish it and that stops more would-be writers in their tracks than I can count.  Bottom line here is that the Brown University curriculum allowed me to do something I could never have done anywhere else and it’s not an exaggeration to say if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be a writer today.  I wrote my first published novel, The Doomsday Spiral, my first year out of school.

 

Tell us about your current release.

 

It’s called PANDORA’S TEMPLE and I’m thrilled to report it features the return of my longtime series hero Blaine McCracken after a 15-year absence.  This time out he’s on the trail of the deadliest force in the universe with the potential, quite literally, to destroy the world. Of course it wouldn’t be a true big-scale thriller without a big “What if?” question and in PANDORA that question is, What if Pandora’s box was real?

 

Did you have to do a lot of research to get the details of the book just right?

 

Oh man, did I ever!  The biggest challenge in writing a thriller like this with so much high technology is getting that technology right.  This book has dark matter, underground caverns, killer robots, oil rigs a giant squid, a legendary temple—the list goes on and on, and it all has to be spot on or you risk losing the reader.  It’s not that I’m getting everything perfect, especially because so much of the plot is speculative to begin with.  But I’ve got to get it right enough so that the reader maintains confidence in me.  Thank God for Google, that’s all I’m going to say!

 

What books have been the most influential in your development?

 

Well, THE EXORCIST was the first book I read cover-to-cover in a single day, a single setting actually.  Reading Robert Ludlum’s THE HOLCROFT COVENANT taught me more about what makes a great thriller than anything else. THE BOYS FROM BRAZIL taught me the importance of a great “What if?” question.  THE STAND showed me the wonder of taking the reader out of his or her world and into the world we fashion on the page.  MARATHON MAN made me realize just how much caring about the characters means.  I can quote portions of that book, just as I can from the others I mention here and far more.

 

But what book has impacted you the most?

 

That’s a tough one, maybe impossible to answer.  Let’s see . . .  If I was religious, I’d probably say the Old Testament, but I’m not so so much for a cop-out answer.  I’m going to have to say the original James Bond books by Ian Fleming.  I read them all one summer at camp, after becoming obsessed with the Sean Connery films, and came away loving the action-dominated form. I tell people every book I’ve ever written is a combination of those ten or so books and 101 Dalmatians which was the first film I ever saw.  Think about it.  Has there ever been a better villain than Cruella Daville?  Has there ever been a more fiendish plot or more heroic characters rushing to the rescue?  Everything a great thriller should be is encapsulated in that film and you might well be able to say the same thing about any Disney classic.  They’re almost all quest stories and quest stories have helped define the thriller form.

 

How do you deal with writer’s block?

 

I don’t because I don’t get and I don’t believe it exists.  Writer’s block is an excuse not to write, not to do your job.  But when you’re a professional you learn to get past that.  Is there such a thing as doctor’s block, cop’s block, teacher’s block, lawyer’s block?  Of course not and there’s no such thing as writer’s block either.  The key to avoid needing to use the excuse is to let your characters do the work for you.  Let them dictate and proact, the heavy lifting in other words, and you just write down what they say, see and do.  Write from the inside out, in other words, instead of from the outside in.

 

What’s the most important thing you’ve learned from your characters?

 

That it’s okay to fail.  That it’s okay not to be perfect, to have flaws.  Strength and success are not defined by not having problems or issues, they’re defined by how well you cope with those problems and issues.  I write big-scale thrillers where there’s a lot at stake and, by nature, incredible pressure on my heroes.  But their plights are essentially microcosms of the everyday challenges we face every day.  Blaine McCracken is racing to save the world in PANDORA’S TEMPLE while some months I need to figure out how to make the mortgage payment.  Everything is relative, I guess.

 

Do you have any future projects in the works?

 

Oh man, how about too many to count!  Caitlin Strong returns next August in her fifth adventure, STRONG RAIN FALLING, and I’ve got a great idea for number six, STRONG BLOOD.  But before I write that, the sequel to THE SEVEN SINS is up, along with a project for which I’m teaming with the great Heather Graham.  And that doesn’t even count all the film projects I’ve got in the works.  I guess you could say it’s going to be a very busy year!

 

Any advice to aspiring writers?

 

Let me answer that question the way the cantankerous H.L. Mencken once did:  “Write!”  More specifically, though, never forget that first and foremost, no matter what your field or genre, you are a storyteller, an entertainer.  Equally important is to understand the nature of structure: of having a beginning, a middle and an end.  Sounds simple but it’s amazing how elusive it is.  Beyond that, I always refer to how the brilliant John D. McDonald defined story:  Stuff happens to people you care about.




What if Pandora's box was real. That's the question facing Former Special Forces commando and rogue agent Blaine McCracken who returns from a 15-year absence from the page in his tenth adventure.

McCracken has never been shy about answering the call, and this time it comes in the aftermath of deep water oilrig disaster that claims the life of a one-time member of his commando unit. The remnants of the rig and its missing crew lead him to the inescapable conclusion that one of the most mysterious and deadly forces in the Universe is to blame—dark matter, both a limitless source of potential energy and a weapon with unimaginable destructive capabilities.

Joining forces again with his trusty sidekick Johnny Wareagle, McCracken races to stop both an all-powerful energy magnate and the leader of a Japanese dooms-day cult from finding the dark matter they seek for entirely different, yet equally dangerous, reasons. Ultimately, that race will take him not only across the world, but also across time and history to the birth of an ancient legend that may not have been a legend at all. The truth lies 4,000 years in the past and the construction of the greatest structure known to man at the time:

Pandora’s Temple, built to safeguard the most powerful weapon man would ever know.

Now, with that very weapon having resurfaced, McCracken’s only hope to save the world is to find the temple, the very existence of which is shrouded in mystery and long lost to myth. Along the way, he and Johnny Wareagle find themselves up against Mexican drug gangs, killer robots, an army of professional assassins, and a legendary sea monster before reaching a mountaintop fortress where the final battle to preserve mankind will be fought.

The hero of nine previous bestselling thrillers, McCracken is used to the odds being stacked against him, but this time the stakes have never been higher.




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The Mediterranean Sea, 2008




“It would help, sir, if I knew what we were looking for,” Captain John J. Hightower of the Aurora said to the stranger he’d picked up on the island of Crete.

The stranger remained poised by the research ship’s deck rail, gazing out into the turbulent seas beyond. His long gray hair, dangling well past his shoulders in tangles and ringlets, was damp with sea spray, left to the whims of the wind.

“Sir?” Hightower prodded again.

The stranger finally turned, chuckling. “You called me sir. That’s funny.”

“I was told you were a captain,” said Hightower

“In name only, my friend.”

“If I’m your friend,” Hightower said, “you should be able to tell me what’s so important that our current mission was scrapped to pick you up.”

Beyond them, the residue of a storm from the previous night kept the seas choppy with occasional frothy swells that rocked the Aurora even as she battled the stiff winds to keep her speed steady. Gray-black clouds swept across the sky, colored silver at the tips where the sun pushed itself forward enough to break through the thinner patches. Before long, Hightower could tell, those rays would win the battle to leave the day clear and bright with the seas growing calm. But that was hardly the case now.

“I like your name,” came the stranger’s airy response. Beneath the orange life jacket, he wore a Grateful Dead tie dye t-shirt and old leather vest that was fraying at the edges and missing all three of its buttons. So faded that the sun made it look gray in some patches and white in others. His eyes, a bit sleepy and almost drunken, had a playful glint about them. “I like anything with the word ‘high.’ You should rethink your policy about no smoking aboard the ship, if it’s for medicinal purposes only.”

“I will, if you explain what we’re looking for out here.”

“Out here” was the Mediterranean Sea where it looped around Greece’s ancient, rocky southern coastline. For four straight days now, the Aurora had been mapping the sea floor in detailed grids in search of something of unknown size, composition and origin; or, at least, known only by the man Hightower had mistakenly thought was a captain by rank. Hightower’s ship was a hydrographic survey vessel. At nearly thirty meters in length with a top speed of just under twenty-five knots, the Aurora had been commissioned just the previous year to fashion nautical charts to ensure safe navigation by military and civilian shipping, tasked with conducting seismic surveys of the seabed and underlying geology. A few times since her commission, the Aurora and her eight-person crew had been re-tasked for other forms of oceanographic research, but her high tech air cannons, capable of generating high-pressure shock waves to map the strata of the seabed, made her much more fit for more traditional assignments.

“How about I give you a hint?” the stranger said to Hightower. “It’s big.”

“How about I venture a guess?”

“Take your best shot, dude.”

“I know a military mission when I see one. I think you’re looking for a weapon.”

“Warm.”

“Something stuck in a ship or submarine. Maybe even a sunken wreck from years, even centuries ago.”

“Cold,” the man Hightower knew only as “Captain” told him. “Well, except for the centuries ago part. That’s blazing hot.”

Hightower pursed his lips, frustration getting the better of him. “So are we looking for a weapon or not?”

“Another hint, Captain High: only the most powerful ever known to man,” the stranger said with a wink. “A game changer of epic proportions for whoever finds it. Gotta make sure the bad guys don’t manage that before we do. Hey, did you know marijuana’s been approved to treat motion sickness?”

Hightower could only shake his head. “Look, I might not know exactly you’re looking for, but whatever it is, it’s not here. You’ve got us retracing our own steps, running hydrographs in areas we’ve already covered. Nothing ‘big,’ as you describe it, is down there.”

“I beg to differ, el Capitan.”

“Our depth sounders have picked up nothing, the underwater cameras we launched have picked up nothing, the ROVS have picked up nothing.”

“It’s there,” the stranger said with strange assurance, holding his thumb and index finger together against his lips as if smoking an imaginary joint.

“Where?”

“We’re missing something, el Capitan. When I figure out what it is, I’ll let you know.”

Before Hightower could respond, the seas shook violently. On deck it felt as if something had tried to suck the ship underwater, only to spit it up again. Then a rumbling continued, thrashing the Aurora from side to side like a toy boat in a bathtub. Hightower finally recovered his breath just as the rumbling ceased, leaving an eerie calm over the sea suddenly devoid of waves and wind for the first time that morning.

“This can’t be good,” said the stranger, tightening the straps on his life vest.

* * *

The ship’s pilot, a young, thick-haired Greek named Papadopoulos, looked up from the nest of LED readouts and computer-operated controls on the panel before him, as Hightower entered the bridge.

“Captain,” he said wide-eyed, his voice high and almost screeching, “seismic centers in Ankara, Cairo and Athens are all reporting a sub-sea earthquake measuring just over six on the scale.”

“What’s the epi?”

“Forty miles northeast of Crete and thirty from our current position,” Papadopoulos said anxiously, a patch of hair dropping over his forehead.

“Jesus Christ,” muttered Hightower.

“Tsunami warning is high,” Papadopoulos continued, even as Hightower formed the thought himself.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, we are in for the ride of our lives!” blared the stranger, pulling on the tabs that inflated his life vest with a soft popping sound. “If I sound excited it’s ‘cause I’m terrified, dudes!”

“Bring us about,” the captain ordered. “Hard back to the Port of Piraeus at all the speed you can muster.”

“Yes, sir!”

Suddenly the bank of screens depicting the seafloor in a quarter mile radius directly beneath them sprang to life. Readings flew across accompanying monitors, orientations and graphic depictions of whatever the Aurora’s hydrographic equipment and underwater cameras had located appearing in real time before Hightower’s already wide eyes.

“What the hell is—“

“Found it!” said the stranger before the ship’s captain could finish.

“Found what?” followed Hightower immediately. “This is impossible. We’ve already been over this area. There was nothing down there.”

“Earthquake must’ve changed that in a big way, el Capitan. I hope you’re recording all this.”

“There’s nothing to record. It’s a blip, an echo, a mistake.”

“Or exactly what I came out here to find. Big as life to prove all the doubters wrong.”

“Doubters?”

“Of the impossible.”

“That’s what you brought us out here for, a fool’s errand?”

“Not anymore.”

The stranger watched as a central screen mounted beneath the others continued to form a shape massive in scale, an animated depiction extrapolated from all the data being processed in real time.

“Wait a minute, is that a . . . It looks like— My God, it’s some kind of structure!“

“You bet!”

“Intact at that depth? Impossible! No, this is all wrong.”

“Hardly, el Capitan.”

“Check the readouts, sir. According to the depth gauge, your structure’s located five hundred feet beneath the seafloor. Where I come from, they call that impos—“

Hightower’s thought ended when the Aurora seemed to buckle, as if it had hit a roller coaster-like dip in the sea. The sensation was eerily akin to floating, the entire ship in the midst of an out-of-body experience, leaving Hightower feeling weightless and light-headed.

“Better fasten your seatbelts, dudes,” said the stranger, eyes fastened through the bridge windows at something that looked like a waterfall pluming on the ship’s aft side.

Hightower had been at sea often and long enough to know this to be a gentle illusion belying something much more vast and terrible: in this case, a giant wave of froth that gained height as it crystallized in shape. It was accompanied by a thrashing sound that shook the Aurora as it built in volume and pitch, felt by the bridge’s occupants at their very cores like needles digging into their spines.

“Hard about!” Hightower ordered Papadopoulos. “Steer us into it!”

It was, he knew, the ship’s only chance for survival, or would have been, had the next moments not shown the great wave turning the world dark as it reared up before them. The Aurora suddenly seemed to lift into the air, climbing halfway up the height of the monster wave from a calm sea that had begun to churn mercilessly in an instant. A vast black shadow enveloped the ship in the same moment intense pressure pinned the occupants of the bridge to their chairs or left them feeling as if their feet were glued to the floor. Then there was nothing but an airless abyss dragging darkness behind it.

“Far out, man!” Hightower heard the stranger blare in the last moment before the void.

 


 

Jon Land is the critically acclaimed author of 32 books, including the bestselling series featuring Texas Ranger Caitlin Strong that includes STRONG ENOUGH TO DIE, STRONG JUSTICE, STRONG AT THE BREAK, STRONG VENGEANCE (July 2012) and STRONG RAIN FALLING (August 2013). He has more recently brought his long-time series hero Blaine McCracken back to the page in PANDORA’S TEMPLE (November 2012). He lives in Providence, Rhode Island.

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Tour Participants 
December 11th:  Review & Giveaway~Athena @ The Stuff of Success
December 12th:  Showcase~Cheryl @ CMash Reads
December 18th:  Review & Giveaway~Bob @ Beauty In Ruins
December 20th:  Review & Giveaway~Gina @ Gina's Library
December 26th:  Review, Guest Post & Giveaway~Misty @ The Top Shelf
January 8th:  Review, Guest Post & Giveaway~Vivian @ The Book Diva's Reads
January 9th:  Showcase & Guest Post~Jo @ Writers and Authors
January 10th:  Review & Giveaway~Inga @ Me and Reading
January 12th:  Review & Giveaway~Ashna @ Wanted Readers
January 15th:  Spotlight ~ Lance @ Omnimystery News
January 17th:  Guest Post ~ Heather @ Books Books and More Books
January 22nd:  Author Showcase~Kate @ Read 2 Review
January 23rd:  Interview~Jenn @ Frequent Reader, Infrequent Blogger
January 24th:  Review~Gina @ Hott Books
January 30th:  Spotlight & Interview~Laurie @ Laurie's Thoughts and Reviews
February 1st:  Review & Giveaway~Ruth @ My Devotional Thoughts
 February 4th:  Review & Giveaway~Susan @ My Cozie Corner
February 5th:  Review & Giveaway~Rick @ Rhodes Review
February 6th:  Review & Giveaway~Cheryl @ The Book Connection
February 15th:  Review & Giveaway~Mary @ Mary's Cup of Tea
February 18th:  Showcase &Interview~Molly @ Reviews By Molly
February 26th:  Review, Guest Post & Giveaway~Alan @ Electronic Scrapbook








 


3 comments:

Gina @ Hott Books said...

Thanks, Laurie!

CMash said...

Fantastic interview. Really enjoyed this post. Thank you for sharing.

joye said...

Enjoyed reading the comments. I have read some of your Western books and really enjoyed them. This book sounds equally as good.
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