As a writer, reader, and editor, I believe very strongly in not cheating. This can take several forms, but what it
comes down to is this:
Cheating means taking
the easy way out instead of giving the reader satisfaction.
Every writer has things they’re good at writing and things
they’re bad at—and every writer has things that come easily and things that are
hard. To give an extreme example: I once
edited an action thriller novel . . . that had no action in it. The entire thing was dialogue scenes about the action. So in one scene, the characters would be
talking about this terrifically difficult and dangerous heist they were going
to pull, and in the next scene, they were talking about how, yes, the heist
went off just fine.
Are you kidding me?
Where’s my heist? You can’t
dangle that in front of us and not show it!
That’s cheating!
But I get it: cheating is awfully tempting. My guess is that that particular author found
action sequences difficult to write, and so just wrote around them. I don’t find action difficult to write—my struggles
come with interpersonal-relationship-growth sequences. They’re really, really tough for me, but they
need to be done in order to achieve a satisfying story. So I write them even though they're really hard for me.
But I didn’t actually write this post to talk about cheating
by avoiding writing particular scenes but about cheat
endings. I once saw these called “weasel-y
ways out,” and that’s a pretty good description.
Cheat endings are
endings that use convenience to avoid consequences and to reset the
circumstances to what they were at the beginning of the story.
Here are some common ones:
· It was all a dream!
·
Then all the people not in-the-know lost their
memories
·
Then the protagonist lost his memory and went
back to life as usual
·
Once the bad guy was defeated, the protagonist
lost his powers
With very, very few exceptions, these are
horrible endings. They’re vastly unsatisfying—and they’re
generally completely unnecessary. Why
did it have to all be a dream? Why
couldn’t it have just been real? Why
couldn’t the entirety of New York have seen the aliens/magic and this spiked a
new age? Why couldn’t our protagonist
have remained awesome and kept moving forward instead of regressing—thus completely undoing all the growth we spent the entire book on?
For a book to be satisfying, actions need to have consequences.
I specified earlier dream/lose memory/lose powers endings were cheating because they relied on author convenience. If you’re writing a series, it’s really tough to have your whole world change,
so you may come up with a convenient way to avoid this. If your focus really, really isn’t on the
change, then you might want to come up with a way around it—but:
Unless you fully
integrate a reset ability in your universe (a la Men in Black), then resetting is cheating.
If you’re wondering how this rant came about, it’s because I
spent countless hours with a series, only for the protagonist to lose all his
powers and get sent back to square one.
It was so frustrating. It was a
lazy way to get him a slightly different power set when he got his power back—but we’d
already seen him gain power; we didn’t need to see it again. Besides, the powers he'd had before were far
from fully explored, and if he kept them, there would be some difficult consequences; so robbing him of his powers was a lazy way for the author to avoid dealing with the consequences of him having them.
To add insult to injury, the protagonist’s friends had just
witnessed his immense powers for the first time—and we didn’t even get to see
their reactions or what happened the next time he (sheepishly) came up to
them. What an amazing scene that would be! Awkwardly explaining that, heh, yes, he was
one of the most powerful people in the universe . . . funny how these things
happen.
It would have been amazing to see that protagonist go forward, now that
his powers were too great to be easily controlled. It would have been incredible to see him
interact with his friends after they saw him as he was. And instead, he became a normal boy again,
the end.
I just felt so . . . cheated.
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