Guest Post: Kim Fielding for Blyd and Pearce with a Giveaway!

OS: Welcome to one of our favorite writers, Kim Fielding!

KF:

Hi! I’m so excited to share my newest release—my 21st novel!—with you. Blyd and Pearce is a fusion of some of my favorite genres: m/m romance, medieval fantasy, and noir private eye. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I’d like to talk about noir today—specifically, the typical elements of noir stories. Now, noir fiction and film noir aren’t exactly the same thing, but they do share most of the same narrative tropes. What are they? I’m glad you asked!

I’d like to talk about noir today—specifically, the typical elements of noir stories. Now, noir fiction and film noir aren’t exactly the same thing, but they do share most of the same narrative tropes. What are they? I’m glad you asked!

 

  • Familiar characters. I’ve blogged about this elsewhere on this book tour, so no need for details here. Suffice it to say, we need a protagonist who’s a certain kind of antihero; we need a femme fatale or her male counterpart, the homme fatal; and we need at least one bad guy.
  • Noir stories are, by necessity, crime stories. The precise nature of the criminal act can vary. Murder and theft are most common, but there’s no reason we couldn’t have a noir story about embezzlement or treason or fraud, to name a few. The protagonist’s part in the crime can vary too. Maybe he’s a private eye investigating it. Maybe he’s a poor schmo falsely accused of it. Maybe he’s actually committed it and has thus become embroiled in deep, deep trouble.
  • Complicated plot. In most noir stories, the tale ain’t simple. The protagonist often finds himself falling down a steep slope in terms of morals and danger. The details of who did what to whom can become complex enough that they’re hard to follow, especially since double-crosses are common and few people are what they seem. Maybe sometimes even the authors lose track. Raymond Chandler is famous for a particular plot hole in The Big Sleep, one he didn’t seem to know the answer to.
  • Bleak outlook. Noir is a pessimistic genre, showing humans at their worst. Everyone’s crooked and nobody achieves happiness, at least for very long.
  • First person narration. This isn’t necessary, but it is very common. In books, the story is told in first person from the point of view of the private eye (or whoever else is the main protagonist). In films, the protagonist does voice-over narration.
  • Everyone’s armed. Everyone smokes. Everyone drinks.
  • Again, not strictly required, but common. The MacGuffin is the thing that the protagonist is chasing after, the thing that motivates the entire story, although the precise nature of that thing isn’t really all the important. Alfred Hitchcock said, “The MacGuffin is the thing that the spies are after but the audience don’t care.” The Maltese Falcon is a famous MacGuffin. So are the suitcase in Pulp Fiction and the Ark of the Covenant in Raiders of the Lost Ark. The authors could easily have written those stories with different objects of desire. What’s really important about the MacGuffin is that it sets the hero on his journey.
  • Plot twist. A noir story must have at least one good plot twist. I don’t want to spoiler anything, but for good examples of this, see the films Memento, The Usual Suspects, and Dark City.

 

Blyd and Pearce is an unusual noir story, in that it’s also a gay romance in a medieval fantasy setting. Still, it uses almost all of these narrative tropes at least to some extent. If you read the book (and I hope you do!) see if you can spot them.

 

What are some of your favorite noir stories? Please share in the comments!

 

Blurb:

Born into poverty and orphaned young, Daveth Blyd had one chance for success when his fighting prowess earned him a place in the Tangye city guard—a place he lost to false accusations of theft. Now he scrapes out a living searching for wayward spouses and missing children. When a nobleman offers him a small fortune to find an entertainer who’s stolen a ring, Daveth takes the case.

While Jory Pearce may or may not be a thief, he certainly can’t be trusted. But, enchanted by Jory’s beauty and haunting voice, Daveth soon finds himself caught in the middle of a conspiracy. As he searches desperately for answers, he realizes that he’s also falling for Jory. The two men face river wraiths, assassins, a necromancer, and a talking head that could be Daveth’s salvation on their quest for the truth. But with everyone’s integrity in question and Death eager to dance, Daveth will need more than sorcery to survive.

 

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Excerpt:
The narrow stairway rose steeply, each step creaking under our feet and taking us into increasing darkness. I smelled onions and fish—a bit strong, but better than my apartment’s odors—and blindly held on to the banister. It occurred to me that Pearce was in a good position to attack me, since I’d have trouble defending myself in the blackness of unfamiliar territory. But I wasn’t afraid of him. Maybe some of his enchantment lingered.
We climbed four flights to the top floor, where he unlocked another door. A few scattered spiritlights flared to life at once, but he lit two lanterns as well.
It wasn’t a large apartment, and the roof angled steeply on both sides so that he had to stoop a little when he hung his lute and midnight-colored cloak on a hook. Bright fabrics adorned the walls—silks and embroidered cottons—and a thick mat and pile of pillows were heaped in one corner. Rag rugs and pillows for seating covered the wide floorboards. The apartment held little else other than a dry sink, a few shelves, a little stand with a chamber pot, a painted wardrobe. But it was a cozy space, and two pottery vases of flowers squatted on the windowsill.
“Do you want some wine?” he asked.
It wasn’t what I expected, so I didn’t answer at once. “Uh, yes. Sure.”
He took a green glass bottle from the shelf, pulled the cork, and poured a red liquid into a pair of plain clay cups.
He was no longer wearing the gauzy silks he’d performed in, but his current outfit was hardly understated. Embroidered snakes—matching the bright blue of his chausses—trimmed a sunshine-hued tunic, and instead of sensible boots, he wore scarlet stockings and yellow slippers with curled, pointed toes. On another man, the clothing would have been gaudy, but it suited him well.
I remained near the closed door. With a tiny quirk to his lips, he prowled closer. He held out one cup of wine, which I took, and when I hesitated to drink, he took a dainty sip of his own. “It’s mediocre, I’m afraid.”
Not being able to distinguish good wine from bad, I swallowed a mouthful. It tasted fine to me.
“What shall I call you?” he purred, standing quite close. He was older than I’d thought, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes didn’t make him any less beautiful.
“Daveth Blyd.”
“It’s a pleasure, Citizen Blyd.”
“I’m not a citizen.”
He tilted his head. “Oh?”
He wore a scent—something spicy and warm—that made my head swim. And his voice….
When I was newly signed on as a city guard, my duties had included carting my captain’s soiled uniforms to the laundry. It wasn’t one of my favored tasks. But she’d been a showy woman and had her capes trimmed not with dyed wool but with velvet. I’d rarely felt anything so soft, and I used to give the velvet surreptitious little pets as I carried her clothes.
Jory Pearce’s voice was like that velvet: soft and rich and plush. And, I reminded myself, expensive.


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Kim Fielding is the bestselling author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.

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2 Responses to Guest Post: Kim Fielding for Blyd and Pearce with a Giveaway!

  1. Pingback: Blyd and Pearce blog tour | Kim Fielding Writes

  2. Kim Fielding says:

    Thank you for letting me stop by today!

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