I didn’t have a grand narrative. I didn’t have one idea of what it meant. I had many ideas of what might be happening to me, what sort of transformation this was . . . I wanted to leave room for that uncertainty and that process of making up my mind.
I think one of the reasons I’m not a novelist is because I can’t imagine myself into the space of being able to see the whole. I’m not saying that wouldn’t ever happen, but I would struggle, I think . . . I tend to see in patchwork.
Literature’s Lost Profiles: The Oblique Subjects of Parabiography
Splicing one’s twenty-first-century world with that of a historical figure is a multi-faceted labor of translation–not only across time, but across media, languages, and cultures.
Asylum Road is a gripping blend of character study and psychological thriller that reads like a macabre love letter to a generation that was told the fairy tale version of globalization only to find that it ends anything but happily.
More Miracle Than Bird – Alice Miller
Alice Miller brazes together speculative and historical fiction into a remarkably sturdy bijou, using the conceits and feints of counterfactual to lend a certain permanence to the real woman time might otherwise be tempted to forget.