The Medium-Boiled Detective
June 27, 2016
“A classification of detective fiction that bridges the gap between the cozy “Soft-Boiled” and the gritty “Hard-Boiled” traditions. ”
Growing up in India, I never quite made peace with the invincibility of the Bollywood Hero. Usually wronged by society and fueled by piety, this leads the male character to seemingly possess the combined strength of Superman, He-Man, and Spider-Man. I always questioned this archetype—no human is simultaneously a peak specimen in physical, emotional, and mental terms. Yet, for many, he remains the ultimate fantasy: the man women want and the man men want to be.
As I dove into Western mystery traditions, I realized that the “Hard-Boiled” detective is simply the Americanized, grittier cousin of the Bollywood hero. Both provide an escape into a world of macho, broody men with sharp jawlines and silent strength.
Spade is too cold; Cole is almost too ideal.
My struggle with the classic hard-boiled detective—the Sam Spade archetype—is the lack of partnership with the reader. Spade is a vault. In The Maltese Falcon, we only realize his true motive at the very end. His “feelings” are limited to a tightening of the jaw or a narrowing of the eyes. He is quintessentially hardcore: he sleeps with his partner’s wife and his criminal clients with equal detachment.
Spade is sullen, and I suspect nothing will ever make him truly happy. Cole, on the other hand, is the “perfect man”—he cooks, he loves, he practices mindfulness. Where is the flaw?
On the opposite end of the spectrum is Robert Crais’s Elvis Cole. Cole is “soft-boiled” by comparison—he is eternally faithful to his girlfriend, health-conscious, and prone to sharing his every feeling. While Spade finds his partner’s killer out of a cold sense of duty, Cole saves his partner, Joe Pike, because they are best friends.
“For a character to be three-dimensional, a reader needs a reason to dislike them occasionally.”
I don’t want a detective who is a superhero, but I also don’t want one who is just like my neighbor. If I wanted a front-row seat to the mundane, I’d watch my husband navigate the dial of our washing machine.
I propose a new category that lives in the fertile middle ground between the ice-cold Spade and the lovey-dovey Cole.
My Medium-Boiled Detective requires a more nuanced architecture. And my medium-boiled detective concept is applied to both a female and a male.
My detective has to have the selective strength, possessing the physical capabilities of a Joe Pike, but remaining anchored in a recognizable reality.
My detective must have a secret vulnerability. As in, he/shecan practice yoga or have a hobby, but that must be done in secrecy. Don’t tell me, the reader. Let me discover your quirks in the shadows, behind the scenes.
My detective should have controlled transparency: He/ she can share thoughts a bit more than Spade, but not overshare like Cole. Leave some mystery for me.
To me, a medium-boiled detective should walk the tight rope of moral ambiguity. Please don’t be so saintly that you pass up a complicated, human attraction.
To pass the my medium-boiled detective muster, he/ she must confide in me. Go ahead and be mysterious to the world, but take me into your confidence.
I want a medium-boiled detective who smiles once in a while, lies when necessary, and keeps me guessing just enough to keep the partnership alive.
I am an architect who can’t find my own coordinates without GPS, I am a germaphobe, and a creator of habits, so I accept that I’ll never be a detective of any kind. But I am pretty clear on what I want to read. I want a medium-boiled detective who smiles once in a while, lies when necessary, and keeps me guessing just enough to keep the partnership alive.
© 2016 Sheena Arora. All rights reserved. First established in June 2016 as part of the Medium-Boiled Detective Framework.
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