My political thrillers are tense, fraught stories of people confronting forces greater than themselves. There’s no magic (nor magical realism), no dragons, zombies or vampires. And yet….
The first two Imogen Trager thrillers, Faithless Elector and Dark Network are made the more disquieting because neither Imogen nor the reader know the identity of Imogen’s conspirator nemesis, referred to only as the “Postman,” nor what it is he ultimately wants.
Despite not revealing him, I had to look at events in the stories both from the perspective of my protagonist and from that of my antagonist. Moreover, I had to look at his enablers. Who invited the vampire in? And why?
I’ve always wondered what drives people to work for/with the bad guys. In the James Bond world, for instance, why would you work for Dr. No or Ernst Stavro Blofeld? Beyond a paycheck (and, sure, that may be enough for some), what draws them in such large numbers? How do you advertise the positions? Are they just lackeys from the ranks of some sympathetic war lord? Again, it’s possible, but that just kind of kicks the can down the road a bit. I mean, how did the war lord get so many?
Here’s what I think happens: attraction, sorting and dissolution happens constantly, until there’s some critical mass. Sometimes individuals coalesce into small groups but result in nothing more than pitiable sound and bitter, impotent fury. At other times, they cause great suffering. There’s an analog in the natural world, among bacteria, called quorum sensing (from US Nat’l Library of Medicine/Nat’l Inst. of Health).
Bacteria, far from living solitary, cloistered existences, signal to one another, organize and coordinate into cooperating structures in a biofilm with specific roles and tasks. Indeed, some potentially toxic bacteria never reach a level at which they can do damage, never “initiate gene expression for coordinated activities” (see link above), because their signaling and coordination is not turned on until they’ve reached sufficient mass or strength.
Among groups of people, certain phrases and symbols act as signals to draw out and sort those most sympathetic, amendable or susceptible to a World Power or Ruin message into discrete camps. In small, uncoordinated groups they may appear benign, if distasteful. But at some threshold, they become toxic and threatening. And, like bacteria, they will kill the host.
What fascinates me is that the elites who are drawn into this political biofilm are originally attracted not to the dear leader’s vision or objectives, but often view joining forces as an expedient to their own ambitions. They think they’re the ones in control. But as I’ve tried to explore in the Imogen Trager thriller series, once the juggernaut is set in gear, it will roll over everything. And you can’t un-invite the Vampire.
Note: I’m grateful to Rutgers University for exposing me to this notion of quorum sensing. I attended the Honors College Capstone presentations yesterday, where I listened to some wonderful presentations regarding Honors Seniors’ research work, where this came up in relation to bacteria on plastics in our waterways. My daughter’s roommate, a Biochem and Microbiology major, broke it down for me and provided the NIH link.
James McCrone is the author of the Imogen Trager political suspense-thriller series Faithless Elector and Dark Network. The third book, working title Emergency Powers, is coming soon.
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Like the differences between “shitshow,” “clusterfuck” and Snafu eloquently described by Purtill and discussed in an earlier 
Though Egan quotes from ‘Politics and the English Language,’ he may indeed be guilty of euphemism himself when he fails to call Trump’s “criminal circumlocution” what it is: bullshit.
Trump’s speech this past Friday invoking emergency powers to build a border wall is the apotheosis (or nadir) of bullshit, and it differs from earlier bullshit only in degree. During his speech, if it can be called that, after a series of dismaying, unrelated digressions, after using the word “invasion” seven times; after flinging the bullshit every which way he can, he states that his emergency declaration isn’t actually urgent at all, but an expedient. And yet, admitting that, he will go forward. Because….ya know.
The only truth attached to this administration was scrawled on the back of the First Lady’s jacket: “I really don’t care. Do you?”
intrigued to discover what happened during the times for which there’s no data. Where was he? What was he doing? The record is incomplete.
In an early scene from the book (p. 35), frustrated at the FBI’s lack of progress and in a fit of pique at her new boss, who keeps calling and texting her for status updates, Imogen considers turning her phone off. To do so, she admits sourly, would be “like an act of treason.” She sits at her desk seething, looking over the scant bits of evidence she has—wallet, keys, drop phone: “Or,” she thinks, “if you were committing treason, wouldn’t you turn it off?”
In the Noirpolitik thriller Faithless Elector, the reason the faithless electors give for not voting as they pledged to vote (for switching) is presented as a vote of conscience. In the book, there were seeming irregularities in the Illinois vote count, allowing each faithless elector to say their switched vote was cast as a vote of conscience for the candidate who should have won the presidency.
Perhaps I should have chosen Florida, particularly since the scandal, irrespective of the truth remains a volatile point of contention across both (now, all three) books and Florida is back in the news again…and likely, again.
