A slowly leaked secret of my life is that I am a 3 Day Novel Contest survivor. For those who don’t know, the 3DNC is a kind of literary boot camp, “the world’s most notorious literary marathon,” where each year for the last thirty-five hundreds of writers across the world chain themselves to their laptops and typewriters in order to hammer out a 100-page novel in a single weekend. And for each of the last three years I’ve retreated to my writing shrine in my basement during the Labour Day weekend and tried to close a narrative arc in 72 hours. I’ve been successful in finishing a novel each year, though I’ve never cracked that magical list of honourable mentions, those intrepid writers who scrape their way to the top of the literary slag pile
Those who have read some of the 3DNC winners know that there is a kind of genre to the contest. Most of the winners write tight, almost cryptic first-person narratives, often filled with brooding characters that walk the line between self-hatred and self-discovery. For example, The Videographer by Jason Rapczynski (2008) is the story of a porn cameraman working through his failed relationships and toying with alcoholism. It is a prime model of loser lit, where the protagonist can’t even be motivated enough to have dreams that he would then expect to be crushed. The story lures the reader into the tragicomedy of the narrator’s film-staged self-discovery, and epitomizes the 3DNC genre.
There are other great examples. In the Garden of Men by John Kupferschmidt (2007) is a beautifully crafted journal of political impotence in the face of totalitarian control. From the sterile station of his office cubicle, the protagonist rebels in a futile attempt at a paper-trail revolution. Although he is ultimately unable to save humanity, he himself becomes human in this almost accidental and completely haphazard rebellion. Without the same kind of redemption, The Convictions of Leonard McKinley is Brendan McLeod’s addictive 2006 novel about a young boy’s fixation on appeasing God. Leonard’s perversion, though, is not his complex battle with actual sexual temptation, but the mutilating, spiritually twisted self-loathing that emerges out of his guilt toward a hybridized quasi-Christian god. It is a disturbing and gripping comedy.
As I sketch out my 3DNC outline each spring, I promise myself I will try to write something that fits within the contest genre. I would like to win, after all, and collect all those royalties that mount into the dozens of dollars. In 2009 I wrote something that might fit the genre, but it was too close, too personal, and at 150 pages, far too brief for real character development. In 2011 I wrote something that is completely un-publishable—a fun idea I wanted to work through, but I knew had no market. I was certain I would not win, but the 3DNC was a great way to get the idea on paper. And in 2010 I typed out a young adult novel that is now in the editing phase with the goal of offering it for publication. This light, colourful preteen girl novel isn’t exactly 3DNC standard fare.
But I picked up a winning book recently that has made me appreciate that there is some breadth in the 3DNC genre. Dayshift Werewolf is a fantasy novel that shows the underbelly of the fairy world. Underwood’s strength is her character exploration. Dayshift Werewolf has a zombie fighting to understand her teenage son who clearly doesn’t get zombiism, an overly-sensitive Norwegian mountain gnome trying to defect to the American wild, a cat-collecting witch manipulated by everyone around her, and a werewolf who prefers gardening to hunting man-flesh. Whether it is a demon bored with the satanic rat race, a monster trying to find his poetic voice, or a teenage Sasquatch struggling to understand why her body isn’t magazine-beautiful, Underwood captures our generation’s neuroses in the comedic confessions of illicit characters.
Even though Underwood’s speculative fiction stretches the 3DNC genre a bit, it still shares some elements with the other books I’ve read. The characters each tell their story in the first person—these are diary entries, the complex mental journeys of the characters. This book is funny, and while it isn’t as dark and tragic as the others, it does have a sweet sadness about it. Dayshift Werewolf is also, in a very real sense, loser lit, the stories of the underdog—or underwerewolf, if such a cliché exists in Underwood’s parallel world. I have experimented with writing the underdog story in the fantasy form, and relish the freedom that Underwood takes advantage of in telling her character’s stories.
One stark difference between Underwood’s book and the other 3DNC winners is that Dayshift Werewolf isn’t really a novel. There is no beginning, middle, and end. Instead, the characters are all connected by this one town, Stevens’ Ferry, a literal breeding ground of the undead and the weirdly magical, an isolated hamlet with progressive inclusive communities for the naturally grotesque and fantastically degenerate. When I say it isn’t a novel, I don’t mean that the volunteer 3DNC judges picked poorly. Dayshift Werewolf is a great choice, an entertaining and intelligent read. But it fits on the very edges of the novel genre, much like Vincent Lam’s Bloodletting & Miraculous Cures, a haunting collection of stories drawn together around nominally connected characters. They both read like novels, but are really six degrees of separation story collections. This feature makes Underwood’s work unique among 3DNC champions.
Despite the relatively narrow range of books I’ve encountered among 3 Day Novel Contest winners, I loved every one of them. And despite the fact that I love loser lit—I even write loser lit—and despite the fact that I would love to win someday, I probably will not write a strategically 3DNC-like book this year. In fact, I already know what I will write and have begun plotline and character sketching. My hope is that it will be connected enough to the 3DNC family of books to be considered, and well written enough to be judged on its own merits. Mostly, though, 3DNC is an opportunity to stretch my literary legs, to test out ideas, tease out characters, and actually finish something in a vocation where stories can sometimes go on forever.