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.
MY SECRET ADMIRER
If my mother had a signature work, I believe this would be it. It was her first book in Scholastic's famous Point Thriller line and, according to my parents, her biggest seller. I don't know if that was a solid fact or just an impression, but I do know the book was still being reprinted quite a bit after her other novels had gone out of print. Uniquely for her work, there were also two British editions with different covers. In her wonderful 2018 book "Paperback Crush: The Totally Radical History of '80s and '90s Teen Fiction," Gabrielle Moss disparages my mother as one of the top purveyors of "the horror stalker teen novel," a subgenre Moss dislikes for its "cartoonishness." While Moss also knocks my mom's "Silent Witness" and "The Stalker," "My Secret Admirer" is the only one covered in detail. Even though Moss is not a fan, as a serious historian of YA/Teen fiction from that era, it's clear she saw "My Secret Admirer" as my mother's most significant book.
I was around seven or eight when "My Secret Admirer" was written and published so I only have hazy memories of its creation. We would have just recently moved from Long Island to the house in Westchester where my mom would spend the rest of her life. Writing this book during that period must have made it an intensely busy time for her but I don't recall much of the tension that would come up later in her career. While I remember only a little of the actual writing, I have surprisingly vivid recollections of my parents talking about the book after it was published. I recall it being around the house a great deal after we were sent copies. There seemed to be some genuine pride in it and its reception, something I think my mother rarely experienced. The original American cover, with the sinister shadow creeping up on the teen girl in the phone both, with hilly terrain in the background, has hefty emotional weight for me. It transports me to another era in my life with my mom. Images of rooms in our house altered decades ago, long gone pieces of furniture, and even certain smells and tastes, come rushing back to me when I look at that cover.
All that aside, how does "My Secret Admirer" hold up as a novel? I found it significantly better than "The Stalker," my mom's last Point Thriller, which I read for the first time late last year. While Gabrielle Moss clearly didn't agree, and making allowances for my natural bias, I thought the setting and situation of "My Secret Admirer" were quite superbly painted. My mother did a fantastic job creating the small town the heroine finds herself plopped into due to her father's changing job situation. The descriptions of the forbidding mountains near the protagonist's house create a genuine sense of place. Typically, I have some trouble visualizing places when reading.
Here I had virtually none; the book might as well have been illustrated.
But this vividness isn't just descriptive. The heroine, Jenny Fowler, is incredibly likable and easy to root for. Unlike the protagonist of "The Stalker," Jenny and her life felt fully fleshed out. The romance angle, an important part of these books which were heavily marketed to teen girls, was organic and believable, unlike the love story in "The Stalker" which felt kind of superfluous to me. My mom also skillfully depicts Jenny's isolation in a way that the reader senses early but which only later becomes fully apparent to the character. To me at least, this sense of vulnerability doesn't give off "damsel in distress" vibes, especially since Jenny is depicted as confident and sharp. Rather, it emphasizes how hard it can be to accurately analyze our situations, especially when we're younger. My guess is that this relatability was a major factor in the book's success. To be sure, none of this is heavy handed; it's all just well deployed material for a good mystery.
That all being said, there are problems. I was quite surprised to find that the stalking element plays a relatively minor role in the story. It actually felt like something shoehorned in to justify a predetermined title, a very real possibility. More seriously, the pace, admirably taut for the first half, slackens too much in the middle. Worst of all, Jenny makes a decision late in the book that is simply absurd, especially considering how she's been previously established as a character and what has happened in the plot up to that point. However, none of this lack of polish damaged my enjoyment of the book, nor was it likely to have irked its earliest readers.
Above all, "My Secret Admirer" gives off feelings of excitement and promise. It was the start of something for my mother, and I think that sense of a new beginning, personally and professionally, pervades the novel's pages. Maybe all of that would only be apparent to someone with an inside view like myself but, for most readers, it should still provide a lot of fun.