Bad Influence: The Noir Background of The Big Country
By Quinton PeeplesDecember 6, 2019
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This bit of dialogue started everything:
Deputy Wendell: This is turnin’ into a hell of a mess, ain’t it, Sheriff?
Sheriff Ed Tom Bell: If it isn’t, it’ll do until the mess gets here.
It’s from the film version of No Country For Old Men by the Cohen brothers. One of my all-time favorite movies from one of my all-time favorite writers Cormac McCarthy. It’s a simple exchange and doesn’t turn the plot or reveal much about the characters, but for me, it set off a series of events that would lead me to write my graphic novel, The Big Country.
I’ve been a professional screenwriter for almost thirty years. And one of the most important skills you can acquire along the way is that of mimicry. It’s especially important in television writing where you need to mimic the stylistic voice of the showrunner or the piece of IP that your work is based on. I’ve been relatively successful in that world, and blessed when the voice I mimicked was Stephen King, Brian K. Vaughn, or the many talented showrunners I’ve worked under. But after a while, I yearned to speak in my own voice. And that’s the voice I was reminded of when I heard the exchange above.
I grew up in a small town in Texas, and even though I’ve been in Los Angeles since 1984, the accent inside my head is Southern. I can easily return to that inflection when surrounded by Texans and it is the sound that I am most comfortable with. I sat in the movie theater watching the drama of No Country For Old Men unfold, but also felt the call to return to my roots. Even if it was only for myself. I left the theater inspired to tell a story about the people I grew up with, set in the place that formed me. “The Big Country” is the euphemism used by local news outlets to describe the area in and around my home of Abilene, Texas. It has no formal border because it is more of an idea than a place. But what was my story going to be?
That’s when the voices got me. The bad influences started to seep in. Who were they? Voices by the names of Cain, Goodis, and Thompson. Woolrich, Ellroy, and Lehane. And even the more high-brow stuff from the likes of Shirley Jackson, Flannery O’Connor, and of course, my primary touchstone, McCarthy. I’ve just given you a peek at the books on my nightstand and it’s not pretty.
These stories are full of conflicted losers, both male and female, caught up in a world they can’t fully comprehend. Even if you haven’t read the authors above, you’ve probably seen Chinatown. There would be no Jake Gittes, no Evelyn Mulwray, no Noah Cross without them. And there would certainly not be The Big Country.
Those writers gave me a general direction for my story. A bit of crime to set off a series of events that take us deeper into the dark recesses of the human condition. And while there, what would I discover? What would I be saying about the lives of the people who inhabit my semi-imaginary Big Country? That’s when a new set of voices emerged, most of these black and white and shimmering on a screen.
While some of these films are not traditionally listed in the noir canon, they all have a darker undercurrent that drew me to them. I have to begin with The Last Picture Show, which I have trouble recovering from every time I watch it. Its clear-eyed view of Texans and life as I knew it growing up devastates me. Along with No Country For Old Men, it forms a trinity along with Hud. Listen to this line of dialogue from that film:
Hud: “Well, I’ve always thought the law was meant to be interpreted in a lenient manner. Sometimes I lean one way and sometimes I lean the other.”
These are my people. I know them through and through, and these films began to show me a way forward into opening up the lives of my own characters. Now I had the place, the plot and the people. But there was one thing left.
The sound. I routinely use music as inspiration before and during the creation of a personal project and this time was no different. I originally intended to use lyrics from the work of Lefty Frizell throughout the book, but it proved to be too expensive. I believe you can still hear his voice, though—high, keening and lonesome as a backdrop to my story. There were jukeboxes everywhere in my childhood, and they played a heady mix of country, blues and Tejano music. At the base of all of those traditions is an undercurrent of human struggle, tragedy and black humor. This was the overall tone I wanted to capture in the book. I wanted to pay homage to all those who came before me, all those who captivated me, all those who showed me the way.
I hope I have. If not, then, well. It’ll just have to do until the next mess gets here.
About The Big Country by Quinton Peeples:
A gritty Western standoff between a cop and a murderer. The Old West finally died in 1980. But we’re in Texas, and it’s 1978. This is the story of Grissom Callahan, the last in a long line of sheriffs. Callahan learned everything he knows from his father and grandfather, but the ways of the old regime don’t prove effective when a violent killer emerges in their small town. In a single moment of shaking down an informant, Grissom triggers a chain of events that will reshape his life and the world of Texas law enforcement.
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