R.L. Stine has been murdering teenagers for 30 years.
Considered the king of young-adult horror fiction—he remembers being described as a “literary training bra for Stephen King”—Stine is best known as the author of the popular 1990s book series Goosebumps and Fear Street. In the same way J.K. Rowling introduced many a young millennial to the recreational reading rainbow, Stine’s prolific penmanship—at his peak, he was writing one Goosebumps and one Fear Street a month—is the core around which many ’90s kids developed a love of fiction.
Stine has continued to write since his heyday, and the 72-year-old author recently returned to his roots with a six-book revival of the Fear Street series, whose third installment, The Lost Girl, was released in September. Goosebumps, a movie based on that series and starring Jack Black as Stine, came out in October.
For a man who seems to know his place in the fiction canon—he has sold more than 400 million books—Stine is matter-of-fact about his popularity, a humility that seems in part tied to his family. Stine’s wife, Jane, is his editor (“It’s the worst,” he says, smiling), and his 35-year-old son, Matthew, has never read one of his books, despite helping with Stine’s website. “[Matthew] used to sell characters to his friends at school,” Stine tells me. “He’d say, ‘Oh, for $20, you can be in my dad’s next book.’”
In the decades since Stine started writing Fear Street, much has changed for teenagers. (Fortunately, they still have a great capacity for getting murdered.) In his latest novels—Party Games, Don’t Stay Up Late and The Lost Girl have already been released; Can You Keep a Secret? is slated for April—Stine must account for the adolescent accoutrement of the modern world, in which help is but a Snapchat away. “Phones have ruined so many plots. It’s unbelievable,” he says. “You used to have a Fear Street where a girl suddenly gets these frightening phone calls. Now she looks, and she’s like, ‘Oh, he’s calling.’”
In the newer books, Stine finds ways to work around technology or write it out of the equation entirely. In The Lost Girl, friends are foiled by the blocked number of a person doling out text message threats. In Party Games, a group of teens relinquish their phones when they go to Brendan Fear’s birthday party on Fear Island, which has no service anyway. (Given that the town of Shadyside has a long history of murder involving the Fear family, it’s beyond me why anyone still hangs out with them. “I always say, ‘Why don’t they all move from Fear Street?’” Stine asks, as though powerless to thwart the self-destructive tendencies of his characters.)
Ironically, as devices have made teenagers’ attention spans shorter, their fiction is getting longer. The original Fear Streets were each 150 pages; those in the revival are closer to 250, and all of them are being released in hardcover—a first for Stine. “[Kids] got used to longer books. Bookstores want longer books so they can charge more, and they don’t want paperbacks,” Stine says with a shrug.
The commercial potential of the young adult genre isn’t a new discovery—Stine and Ann M. Martin have been milking it for a long time, while more recently John Green has dominated the field—but YA in recent years has become a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak publishing landscape. Children’s and YA book sales grew by 22.4 percent in the first three quarters of 2014 over the same period in 2013, while adult fiction and nonfiction sales fell 3.3 percent. Some of the genre’s success can be attributed to the blockbuster power of the Harry Potter and Twilight series, but YA is also finding broader appeal. A 2012 survey found that 55 percent of young adult novels are bought by adults. “There’s a reason why adults read so much YA,” Stine says. “It’s for the story. These books don’t have all the excess. People don’t have that much time.”
There’s plenty of time for bloodshed, though. Over croques and Diet Cokes in New York’s SoHo, we discuss the feasibility of The Lost Girl’s first murder, a planned attack involving horses and honey that Stine calls “the most gruesome scene I ever wrote.” “Do you think it would really work?” he asks me, as though I might bring some homicidal knowledge to bear. Later, Stine dismisses the notion that he might take the Fear Street relaunch as an opportunity to capitalize on other YA trends: dystopian futures, sexually confused vampires, postapocalyptic zombies. “I don’t like writing zombies; there’s not much you can do with them,” he says. “You can’t, like, hide them among normal people and then it’s a big surprise at the end: ‘Guess what? I’m a zombie!’”
Stine bats around story ideas like a man who has tons of them, although he says he came to the table with nothing when the Fear Street revival was announced. That’s in part because he figured it would never happen. After years of tweets about the possibility of bringing the series back, Stine shopped the idea to several publishers (including Fear Street’s original one, Simon & Schuster) to no avail. “So one night, I [tweeted], ‘Thank you for all your interest, but…no publishers are interested,’” he says. Ten minutes later, St. Martin’s Press associate editor Kat Brzozowski messaged him. “She said, ‘I’d love to talk to you about Fear Street.’ And that’s how it came back. Because of Twitter.”
Brzozowski may have started a chain reaction: In October, Stine and 20th Century Fox confirmed that there will be a movie based on the Fear Street books. Still, Stine is calm about his renaissance. Perhaps that’s because what could look from the outside like a professional roller coaster—a writer going from relative obscurity to mega fame to a question in a ’90s Jeopardy! category—was, for him, three decades of writing fiction continuously, all from the same 10-block radius of the Upper West Side (“I don’t want to get too far from Zabar’s”). Stine is most enthusiastic when discussing the murders of Fear Street novels past and the potential murders of Fear Street novels future. “I missed killing teenagers,” he says. “I enjoyed that. Everyone enjoys that.”
TITLE: Party Games, Don’t Stay Up Late, The Lost Girl
AUTHOR: R.L. Stine
PAGES: 250 each
ALSO WROTE: Uhhh, all of Goosebumps and Fear Street
SORTA LIKE: [see above]
FIRST LINE: “What I remember most about that afternoon was the shimmering scarlet and yellow of the sky, as if the heavens were lighting up to join our family’s celebration.”
Reprinted with permission from Newsweek.com.
6 thoughts on “The Fear Street books are back, and R.L. Stine offered me some of his french fries”
I’m going to have to look into those! I used to love Goosebumps and Fear Street!
Goosebumps was such a huge part pf my childhood and is probably the cause for my love of reading. I love the story of R.L Stine’s son selling characters to his friends at school.
Same! He’s totally the reason I became a reader.
Fantastic post! Thank you! I read most of the Goosebumps (until I aged out and moved on to Sweet Valley Twins). I really enjoyed the movie, too. I spend so much time reviewing books sent to me that I haven’t heard much about Stine works. My bad!
Omg I forgot all about Sweet Valley! May need to spend an afternoon reliving that era of my life.
Are this books in spanish?