I do not agree with the increasingly common assertion that adult readers “need to see themselves” in a character in order to be interested in a book. In fact, I believe rather the opposite.
My wife also laughs to family and friends, “It’s a bit of a weird feeling being English and visiting George Washington’s or Thomas Jefferson’s house.”
I envy someone reading it for the first time.
As was the case for most of those who came before us (such as those “1787” fictional people above), most of us wish merely to live our lives in peace amongst our families and friends.
But does he really say “de Gaulle?” Lorre there is hard to understand. It does sound as if he says “de Gaulle,” but he somewhat mumbles.
At “5 o’clock in the mornings” thinking and typing sessions at my PC over in the Catskills, in upstate New York, I began outlining and producing a travel/students/Europe/romance story…
An aside to put the era in some additional context. As the American rebellion was breaking out in 1775, in England one Jane Austen was born that same year and lived until 1817.
Many of those looking your way across that huge ocean are as curious about you as you may be about them.
I will always fondly remember as well, as we built the house – which is on quite a hill – in the Catskills in 2008-09, my mother pulling me aside and joking, “Oh, you want a house on a mountain too, I see.”
I have learned over the years that writing “sex” is tremendously difficult. The fundamental problem is trying to put sex into words: I write such scenes over and over…