I had been pondering what kind of girlfriend would be right for Steve Carella, you see. Carella was merely one of the cops in the first book. I chose a deaf mute (I know, I know, the politically correct expression these days is “speech and hearing impaired,” but Teddy Carella knows where she’s coming from, and so do I) because I felt I could place her in desperate situations from which she had to be rescued by her stalwart police detective husband. I soon tired of these “Mr. and Mrs. North” shenanigans, however. Teddy was too strong a character to need rescuing all the time.
By the time I started concocting the villain ofThe Heckler , I knew that the person Steve Carella loved most in the entire universe was his wife, Teddy Carella, who was deaf and could not speak, but whom neither he nor she herself considered “handicapped.” It occurred to me: Hey! What if the guy who’s bugging Dave Raskin isalso deaf? I had no idea at the time that the “deaf man” would become a recurring character—he’s now been in five books—or that he would grow to become Steve Carella’s nemesis, in much the same way that Moriarty was Sherlock Holmes’s. I don’t believe in the concept of good and evil. Evil is a theological term. But I knew that Teddy Carella was deaf and reallygood , and I figured if I could make this guy deaf and reallybad , I would have a very nice contrast.
I think it’s interesting, by the way, that most people don’t waste too much sympathy on deaf persons. They’ll risk their lives to help a blind man cross the street in heavy traffic, but the best a deaf person can hope to evoke is impatience. I hope the deaf man in these pages inspires a bit more than that. Fear perhaps? Perhaps even awe. It ain’t easy being a villain.
It ain’t easy writing about one, either.
There would be more than five deaf man novels were it not for the fact that’s he’s brilliant, and I’m not. He must forever come up with these extraordinary schemes, you see, which are foiled not by the Keystone Kops of the Eight-Seven, but instead by accident. That’s hard to do. I like to think there’ll be another deaf man novel down the pike. He still owes something to a woman named Gloria, I believe, who shot him and left him tied to a bed inMischief . Oh dear, one mustn’t do such things to someone like the deaf man, must one?
But we shall see.
Meanwhile…
Harry…thanks again.
Without you, this book wouldn’t have happened.
Ed McBain
Weston, CT
June 2002