I felt hemmed in by prose and by the apparent obligation of things like syntax and punctuation to make sense of things, to construct hierarchies of thought and utterances.
It was really about finding the best approach to tell the story and serve both the characters and the mysteries they were chasing.
A novel should be more than its page-by-page performance.
When I sit down to write, I feel my responsibility is to tell the truth, to try not to flinch, and to consider the ways in which my work might affect readers of all kinds.
I wanted to write this book the same way you engage in a treasure hunt: discovering clues, then going back in time to connect them to something you found earlier.
We’ve managed to isolate ourselves, as a society, from nature. Throwing the animals back on equal footing is an interesting idea.
So often, I’m surprised by what appears on the page. Fiction is a vehicle for fostering empathy.
Parkland happened, and we knew we couldn’t stay silent any longer.
As artists, we will never know the full extent to which our work has affected others. But I would ask this, if you could change just one person’s life, wouldn’t it be worth it? And if that person is just you, the artist, aren’t you worth it?
Our favorite books are part of what allow us to peel back the layers of our own selfhood, to reflect on our experiences.