Joan and I finished watching the first episode of season 2 of Cracker last night. This is an 1990s BBC series featuring a fat, alcoholic psychiatrist who captures criminals by way of superior insight into human nature. Anyway, now we're sick of Cracker and took the other seasons off our Netflix queue. We just don't like the Cracker, and in general it fails the way a lot of mysteries fail, and it is all too tiresome. There are two hurdles to writing mystery stories and bad mysteries like Cracker fall flat over them every time.
First, there is a Claudia problem. This problem is named for a co-worker who came up to my desk once to talk about some horrific atrocity in the news. She said that she just couldn't understand why anyone would shoot 22 children at a grade school. And of course she couldn't. In fact, very few people hear a news story like that and say 'Boy, I know just how that guy felt'. If that's your reaction, you are an unusual person. Before you do anything else, and I mean anything else, you should consider becoming a bad mystery writer, because for some reason bad mystery writers always want to explain why the criminal did whatever he did, and your insight would be a valuable advantage. And they don't want to explain just ordinary acts of social violation, like snagging a six pack of beer when the clerk isn't looking. No, bad mystery writers always want to include unbelievable acts of mayhem in their tales, and then somehow make normal people understand why these things happen. Bad mystery writers devote hugely too much time to this. Half of this Cracker episode was devoted to long painful scenes with the criminal's ex-wife, mysterious references to the Hillsborough disaster (which I still don't understand as a motivation even after looking up the Hillsborough disaster), ruminations on the criminal's hard time with his father's death, and closeups of the criminal's pathetic anxiety and bad teeth, motivations in themselves. Well, he snapped. He just did. It would have been a lot quicker to tell us that up front and forget about the ex-wife, the father, and the soccer disaster, because those aren't really very convincing. I can't imagine what would be.
There's another major problem with bad mysteries, but I'll write it up some other time.