The Big Idea: John Hornor Jacobs

The past stays with us in surprising ways. Ask John Hornor Jacobs about this: When it came time for him to write Southern Gods, which takes place in the post-WWII South, Jacobs reached into his own experience of the past to inform the writing. What has he brought from the days gone by to detail his writing today? Jacobs will reminisce for you now.


They say Arkansas is twenty years behind the rest of the America. This isn’t true today, but when I was growing up in the seventies, it was.

My dad was a hunter, a fisherman. When I was a child, he carried me all over the state in pursuit of large mouth bass, crappie, perch, bream, sunfish, catfish, trout, deer, duck, doves, and turkey. We didn’t hunt rabbit. “A man will starve on a diet of rabbit,” my father said.  He drove an Impala with a trailer hitch. Bench seats, no seatbelt in sight.

On the back-roads, where pecans or oaks and scaling bone-white birch trees overhung the tarred highway, it felt like we had traveled back in time, motes of cottonwood fluff hanging in the air. We poured peanuts into RC Cola. We ate Moonpies and drank Nu-Grape. We salted our watermelon and Dad made orange-blossoms with cooler ice and drank beer from cans as he drove. He smoked Pall-Malls, filterless, but was kind enough to open the car window when I complained of the smoke. We stopped at stores that had two-holer outhouses instead of toilets. We visited family who still conversed on a party line. We slept in deer-camps heated with cast-iron stoves burning two-by-fours that may or may not have been pilfered from construction sites.

We would scan the radio as we drove, looking for the strongest signal, making the frequency indicator travel up and down the face of the radio, shaping the white noise, and occasionally find a ghost station playing Hank Williams or gospel choirs or deranged preachers belting out fervor at 100 kilowatts into the night.  In some ways, I was able to experience a part of America that most people believed gone years before.

When I finally got around to writing my first novel, I knew I wanted to write about the 1950s in the South because I felt I knew that era well enough to pull it off – that I’d lived in them from the unique experiences my father gave me. Not the nostalgic 50s of cinema and TV where every mother wears an apron and every father has a martini quick to hand. I wanted to write about the hardscrabble, rural 50s where the country was pulling itself out of the dark ages, contending with racism and a near-institutionalized caste system and dealing with extreme poverty that still exists today. Where the post-war boom went off without a bang, but a whimper.

I wanted to capture the mood of timelessness that I experienced as a child.

To that I added everything I was interested in at the time, a quirky syncretism of ideas: a Chandler-esque WWII-veteran hero, the blues and the birth of rock-n-roll, payola scandals, pirate radio stations, the Erlkönig, artist & repertoire agents, Lovecraftian horror (or Robert Chamberian or even Ambrose Biercian, to be more precise), Alan Lomax’s recordings of field hollers, Manly Wade Wellman’s Silver John, Flannery O’Connor dying of lupus, strange homecomings, evil books, and Nero Wolfe’s hidden history.

I wrote the book I wanted to read. I think that’s important. To write what you enjoy.

The plot goes something like this: shell-shocked WWII vet Bull Ingram is hired by Sam Phelps of Helios Studios (you might see a tiny resemblance to Sam Phillips of Sun Studios) to find a pirate radio station that broadcasts the music of a mysterious bluesman named Ramblin’ John Hastur, whose music is reputed to cause insanity, impregnate women, and raise the dead.

The novel is split: It’s the noir-styled story of Ingram finding this infernal blues artist, but it’s also the story of Sarah Rheinhart, a woman fleeing an abusive husband and returning back to her ancestral home with her daughter. She must come to grips with her family legacy while dealing with her angry, bedridden mother who’s dying of lupus.

For me, the writing of Southern Gods had a strange duality. The duality of the Southern thang, as the Drive-By Truckers sing. There was the wish-fulfillment of Ingram doing and saying all these cool, crime noir tropes – beating people and smoking and drinking whiskey by the gallon – and it was easy to see that the “I” at the beginning of Ingram’s name was just a substitute for first-person narration. Then there was the story of Sarah – her coming to grips with her relationship to her mother, her father, and how that reflects on her relationship to her own child. I have to be honest with myself: I have more in common with the female protagonist than Bull Ingram. She’s a mother. I am a father. I am not a muscle for the mob. Writing Ingram was difficult, but writing Sarah was easy, because her domestic life in the Big House – the Rheinhart Plantation – mirrors my experiences as a father of two girls.

In the end, I think Southern Gods is a rumination on parenting and sacrifice and love, which is what all my favorite books are about. The human heart in conflict with itself. And then there are the Old Gods mucking up the works. When in doubt, include a world-spanning malevolent god. That’s the ticket.


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29 Comments on “The Big Idea: John Hornor Jacobs”

  1. Wow. You had me at Moonpies. Few things I like more than a well-done, informed, Southern Gothic. And by “informed”, I mean written by someone who knows the South by having grown up there.

    ::scurries off to buy::

  2. Dude, you had me when I suspected Silver John was an influence. When you confirmed further down, well…

    @JohnW: B&N usually has sample excerpts from everything available on Nook, and this is no exception.

  3. Why, thank you. I was wondering what to read next, having just finished China Mieville’s wonderful “Embassytown.” Now I know.

  4. “I wrote the book I wanted to read. I think that’s important. To write what you enjoy.”

    Congratulations. I wish I could do that.

  5. Oh, man. NuGrape. I remember NuGrape. I’ll bet getting it in Massachusetts will be slightly challenging.

  6. Great piece, John!

    I just wanted to pop by to say I was lucky enough to read this book early and, honestly, it’s about my favourite book this year. I can’t recommend it highly enough!

  7. That’s as good a description of growing up in the rural South in the 1950s as I think I’ve ever read.

  8. I’ve read this one. It’s an amazing mystery/horror/literary novel that folks will be talking about for a long time. Do yourself a favor and grab it right now while you’re thinking about it.
    Because you don’t want to be That Guy who next Tuesday is thinking, “What was that book I wanted to read last week about that blues guy in Arkansas?” Go buy it now and start reading.

  9. Man, I don’t know what I’d do without the Big Idea. It always points me to something awesome to read, and “Southern Gods” is just the latest fantastic thing in a long list of fantastic things I’ve been turned on to, all courtesy of the Big Idea. For the first time in years, my Want To Read list is longer than I can keep up with (but the trying is really fun).

    Thank you, John. :)

  10. As one who was born and bred in Kentucky, I do love me some Southern Gothic–and as an Elvis fan, I have to be amused by not only the allusion to Sam Phillips and Sun, but also by August 16th being listed as the projected release date on Goodreads. ;>

    I think I’m going to have to read this.

  11. John,

    (Hornor Jacobs, not Scalzi, although either feel free to answer. . . )

    Sounds terrific, and I want to buy an electronic copy. I have a Kindle, and I know I can get it from Amazon or Webscriptions.

    I see it’s two bucks more from Amazon. ($7.99 there on Kindle, vs $6.00 through Webscriptions.)

    Because of DRM and a bunch of other issues, I generally prefer Webscriptions, even including the inconvenience of having to load from my computer and not through the Whispernet.

    My question is: Which venue works out better for you as an author? Who gets you a better cut, or paid quicker, or whatever other criteria is important to you. (Feel free to not go into specifics, but I’d love a general idea.)


  12. @GeekDad42 – That’s a great question. Honestly, I don’t know what venue is more beneficial to me. It’s probably six of one, a half dozen of the other if Webscriptions doesn’t take as hefty a cut as Amazon.

    Just buy whichever works better for you and I hope you enjoy it. I’ll figure out which one I should push. Like, uh, today.

  13. Damn, this sucker sounds awesome. What’s the catch?

    (And did I miss a memo, or is the link section’s “Amazon” link not, er, a link… they do have a paperback and Kindle version, and, ooh-la-la an audiobook is coming August 16. Sweet Cthulhu ears, it’s a pity Audible doesn’t let you pre-order things.)

  14. “Nero Wolfe’s hidden history”

    Which, sadly, we never did learn. I was hoping Mr. Hornor Jacobs had found some lost documents which would tell the tale of Archie and Wolfe’s first collaboration.

    Ah well. I’ll have to read this to encourage him in the hope that he’ll tell us that story in his next book.

  15. I’ve heard nothing about “Southern Gods” but I saw it at the bookstore last night and picked it up. The cover caught my eye, the blurb caught my interest, and tonight it has my time.

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