THE WORKS OF CAROL ELLIS, 1945-2022
GENERAL INTRODUCTION
My mother, Carol Ellis, passed away on November 5th, 2022. While she'd been retired for some time, she spent years making her living as an author for children and young adults. When I was a kid, I was tremendously proud of her status as a writer, but she always seemed vaguely embarrassed by it. As I grew older, she told me she didn't enjoy the process of writing, and I'm sure that was part of the problem but there was also something deeper. My mother was an extremely self-deprecating person, inclined to critique herself to a fault. As such, I think she was uncomfortable with her public status. Also, as an avid reader herself, I think she decided early on she would never measure up to the books and authors she admired. It saddened and confused me to hear her dismiss her writing and, from time to time, even become cynical about the whole concept of telling stories. This never lasted very long because she enjoyed reading too much, but it was still depressing. Later on, I would occasionally try to change her perspective by pointing out the long and (in my view) proud tradition of popular fiction authors, people who, yes, wrote largely for money but gave years of joy to millions of readers. She would just shrug and say something like "Sure, but I wasn't even that good." Even in the past few years, when I would tell her how so many people online would respond with comments like "Oh wow, I LOVED your mom's books growing up!" if I mentioned her in a comment to a post or video, she would brush it off. "Doesn't it make you happy, knowing people still like your work?," I'd ask. She'd shrug or look away and reply, "Sure, I guess so."
Despite her indifference, my mother's career as a YA and children's author was substantial. A conservative estimate would put the number of books she wrote or co-wrote somewhere north of 50, and there were shorter works as well. She's best remembered as a fixture of Scholastic's Point Thriller line from the late 80s to the mid 90s, but her work ranged over several genres and publishers, her career lasting from the late 1970s till 2017; in the weeks following her death, I started discovering material she never even mentioned to me.
Through the years, despite sharing my mother's passion for reading, I rarely read her work. While she didn't exactly come out and say so, it was pretty clear she'd prefer I not. There were occasional exceptions and, towards the end of her career, I sometimes assisted her, both as a researcher and as an uncredited co-author. But her main body of work seemed like something she didn't want to get into much, so I largely avoided it. Now I've lost her forever and, partially to distract myself from the grief but also to try and create some sort of memorial to her, I've decided to read through her works and comment on them here.
As I mentioned, my mother's writing career was extensive. A large portion of her work was ghostwriting for others and even a fair amount under her own name were series works where she was more less told what to write. There were also nonfiction works which were pretty tightly controlled by the editors as well. While I know she gave every project her all (no matter how little she enjoyed some of them) and no doubt put her stamp on all she wrote, I'm primarily interested in the peak of her career, that is novels written under her own name and over which she had at least some degree of artistic control. This comes out to 20 or so books. While I have most of these works, there are still some I'll have to search for online and in used bookstores.
There's no point in pretending these "reviews" will be objective. All the books will get 5 stars, although I will be honest about elements of my mom's work I don't care for. Mixed in with my comments on the books will be memories of the creation of those I was old enough to be aware of, memories of my mother and her thoughts and comments on the books, and thoughts about the culture and industry that shaped her career.
I have no illusions that my mother was some sort of literary genius. But her work touched many readers nonetheless. She was also an incredible human being, one of the kindest people anyone could hope to meet. I will miss her terribly for the rest of my life. My hope is these commentaries will act as a tribute to her and bring back some good memories for those who grew up with her work, just as they preserve some cherished memories for me of a very cherished person.
CAMP FEAR
This is one novel of my mother's that I found myself intentionally avoiding as I went through this memorial project. I'm not totally sure why, but something about the title, the cover (the American version, with the snake on the bed), and the setting always put me off. I figured it was just a "scary stuff at camp" story, and those elements have never been among my favorite horror/thriller tropes. My memories of its composition are somewhat scarce, except that my mom seemed quite pleased with it. I also know that, along with "My Secret Admirer," "Camp Fear" was one of the most financially successful of my mother's Point thrillers for Scholastic. We got fan mail related to it very reliably for several years after its publication. Also, while I know "My Secret Admirer" sold somewhat better, "Camp Fear" seems to be better remembered. In addition to "The Window," it's the most common novel of my mother's mentioned to me by friends and acquaintances. Well, I'm happy to report all these people (including my mom herself) were right and I was dead wrong. This is really something!
However, while I absolutely loved "Camp Fear" and now consider in the first tier of my mother's work, there is something about it that causes me regret, although it's by way of something impressive. I may have mentioned this in previous reviews, apologies for the repetition if so, but I'm definitely going to mention it again because it has been on my mind a lot lately concerning my mother's work. About four or five years ago, I saw a social media posting about the Point Horror line and similar YA books of that era. I commented, mentioning my mom and, as usual in those situations, was bombarded with loving recollections from people who'd grown up reading her work and requests to tell her how much her books had meant to them. (I told her. She was moved, but also clearly embarrassed, but that was her.) On this occasion, one person responded to my comment by posting a photograph of his home reading den. Highlighted on a shelf were two of my mom's Point novels, one of which I can't remember but the other was "Camp Fear." The gentleman who posted this picture wrote something along the lines of: "These two of your mom's are some of the VERY few things I read as a kid that I keep with the 'grown up' books!"
I dwell on this because "Camp Fear," even as I loved it, made me lament more than ever that my mother never composed a novel for adults. While I know she cared deeply about creating good literature for young people, she didn't read a great deal of it herself, and I think her conception of YA and children's books was something that rarely found its proper outlet. That's something I'm going to talk about more in upcoming reviews but, for now, I just want to emphasize that "Camp Fear" really isn't a "teen thriller" in the way terms like that generally imply. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that type of book, quite the contrary but, and I fully own that I'm biased, "Camp Fear goes far beyond it and takes many more chances. It's remarkable to me that it was/is so well liked since, in it, my mother adamantly refuses to deliver what I'm sure many readers were expecting. Her artistry, however, was clearly enough to carry many reader along.
Putting aside my lazy dislike of summer camp stories, there is a more legitimate reason why the rich rewards of "Camp Fear" was hard to guess from the packaging. This book marks the last of my mom's "rip off" phase. The title is painfully obvious in its nod to the acclaimed 1991 Martin Scorsese film "Cape Fear," itself a remake of a classic 1962 film, both based on a John D. MacDonald novel. (Honestly, I've had to be VERY careful about not typing "Cape" instead of "Camp" in this review!) "Camp Fear" being published just two years after the Scorsese film was released, it's pretty obvious what Scholastic was going for. However, the plot of my mother's novel bears no resemblance to the "Cape Fear" story. But the scary summer camp genre had another fairly obvious nod: the (in)famous teen slasher film series, "Friday the 13th," the ninth entry in which (the first in four years), was released only a month after "Camp Fear." Also, horror movie fans may remember that the summer camp terrorized by Jason Vorhees (et al) in that series was Camp Crystal Lake. "Camp Fear" takes place at Camp Silverlake.
And here's where I hit a bit of a roadblock. I've deliberately avoided talking about much that's actually in "Camp Fear" because I really think it's best coming to it as fresh as possible. Let's just say the "Friday the 13th" connection seems FAR more than incidental to me. And yet I can guarantee, my mother never laid eyes on a single one of those movies, and would have avoided them like the plague, though she knew the broad strokes of the story. I don't know if the plot of "Camp Fear," or possibly parts of it, were dictated by Scholastic, but it wouldn't surprise me. However, the superficial connections to "Friday the 13th" are really beside the point. Aside from the obvious lack of sex and gore (a requirement, but one my mother didn't usually mind too much), the big difference is in emphasis. Imagine if "Friday the 13th" were not about violence and revenge, but about grief, justice, and a real hatred of cruelty and callousness. That would get you close to "Camp Fear" which, as a result, is about as far from "Friday the 13th" as possible.
All of this again makes me astonished the book did so well. It really isn't a thriller, though there are quite a few thrills within it, and it's just incredibly sad. It's grappling with some genuinely grown up themes, but in a way easily followed by younger readers. As such, while it's not at all didactic, it does seem to be aimed at trying to engage in a bit of soft touch instruction, but all of this is handled quite deftly. It's still deeply engaging, but it's the characters and what they're going through that one engages with above all. Many of the standard Point cliches are muted or absent and, even when present, everything feels much more organic than usual, and carefully pointed towards the book's ultimate goal. "Camp Fear" is, in my view, tied with "Silent Witness," which quickly followed it, as the best of my mom's Point Horror novels. Bottom line, my mother was really on during this period. Great job, Mommy! I'm sorry I was reluctant to read this one, but thank you for it! I hope you were proud, you deserved it!