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.
THE STALKER
This was the last of my mother's work in Scholastic's iconic Point Thriller line. Since I was in late middle school/early high school when it was written and published, I remember it better than many of the other Point titles. I even recall helping her look through the books on musical and community theater she used for research. The process of writing "The Stalker" seemed fairly pleasant from my perspective. As a former actor herself, my mother enjoyed the book's theater setting and I have memories of her laughing over plot details with me on occasion. Despite this, several years later when she was telling me how much she disliked writing her novels and I brought this up, she said something like "No, I hated that one too," and insisted my memories of it were false. Maybe they were, but I've come to wonder if external factors might have been warping her recollections, at least in part.
Looking back, I realize now that "The Stalker" came out just as YA fiction was starting to change dramatically. Harry Potter wouldn't arrive till the following year but there was a sense that the kind of light, pulpy work my mom did wouldn't satisfy much anymore, what with competition like the rising internet. We were getting less fan mail, and my parents didn't talk much about her books after they were finished, in contrast to previous years. My mother's days at Scholastic were numbered, though I don't know if she was aware of that at the time. The Point line mostly ended the following year, I believe.
Putting all these wistful memories aside, what of "The Stalker" as a novel? I found it very lightweight but quite enjoyable. Janna, the aspiring dancer heroine, is pleasant company although I felt her romantic attachments were a bit tacked on. I wonder if my mom would have been able to do more with her as an aspiring actor and/or singer rather than dancer. The dance angle was perfectly well handled but I wasn't exactly smelling as much greasepaint as I expected.
On the plus side, the supporting cast are all well characterized. As for the suspense aspects, my mom was a huge mystery fan and she handled those elements like a real pro. The "red herring" trope is often quite correctly mocked, but it's deployed with genuine deftness here, including some touches that actually startled me.
Another point that I mostly liked but was unexpected was that my mom's style in "The Stalker" helped teach me better what is meant by a "cozy" mystery. I always struggled to understand how a thriller involving violence, up to and including attempted murder, could be somehow "reassuring" for a reader, but I think I finally viscerally experienced it here. It's not really so much that the forces of good and order are clearly always in charge; in fact, in some ways that's surprisingly absent in "The Stalker," with the police portrayed as pleasant but remarkably impotent. Instead, I think the key to this book's coziness is that, for all the tension and fear, and there's plenty of it, the focus is ultimately on solving the puzzle. We experience the book as something that can and ultimately will make sense, and thus it's a kind of exercise, the darkness of which is interesting but incidental. Unfortunately the last scene was rather anticlimactic and I wanted more payoff with several fun characters. Still, this certainly didn't ruin the book.
Bottom line, "The Stalker" may have been the somewhat melancholy end of an era for my mother, but it certainly shows she still had plenty of spunk in her as a writer at the time. Due to my pleasant memories of the book's creation, I'd always intended to read this one. Wish I could share my thoughts with her, the way we always loved talking about books together, but glad I finally got around to reading this in any event.