I hesitate to go here. However, after some thinking about this I believe this needs stating unequivocally and is more than worth a post because it is an ugly issue that simply cannot be ignored...
In our pandemic and depressed world, a little 30 minutes of trouble-forgetting escapism and "unreality" is hardly a bad thing.
Yes, yes, everyone knows France signed an alliance in 1778 with the new U.S. to aid (for a variety of reasons: from some there truly supporting the idea of "liberty" to others who merely saw a great opportunity to stick it to France's long-time adversary, Great Britain) the country in its war for independence. But much less known today...
Briefly considering the events of July 14, 1789 and those that immediately followed, only months after that day...
This 2020 one suspects must be a lot like how it felt during the Great Depression of the 1930s amidst Hollywood's "golden age," when millions around the world flocked to cinemas for a few hours to forget their problems and see the "stars" they adored.
I had over the decades read far more non-fiction and historical fiction than “fantasy”... and I know that has made its mark on me.
So, yes, I hope there will be another volume.
Despite some fiction writers' sky-high opinions of their personally towering intellects, this craft is not rocket science.
No novel is meant to address an entirety of anything.
My uncle once cornered me back in those same long ago 1990s about how for his next novel he planned to "borrow" the name of a friend of mine for a French policewoman character and base the character on her personality. "Oh, dear God, no," I recall half-laughing and, horrified, blurting out in response.
I had never used Instagram until back in 2016, when I started that account to supplement my blog here. I approached Insta with no illusions. I knew I was not a "19 year old woman"; I was a male writer. But I thought it could used as outreach to those who had never heard of me or my blog here - and particularly to women, who are the bulk of my readers.
We decided to do it on the spur of the moment. On Tuesday, we booked a hotel and reserved a ferry there and back. On Thursday, we headed from Dover to Calais to have a night away not far from Calais, in Boulogne-sur-Mer.
"You seem to know lots about what Frenchwomen think," my [English] wife has teased me more than once. Actually, no, I don’t believe I do...
I always think when I see such a meme or assertion: “If you actually do believe that rubbish, you’ll learn that you can't do it. I have.”
I will always remember what I was told after I revealed in 2013 I was writing Passports and showed the initial draft first to my (English) Mrs., and then to an English woman friend. Having read it, separately they both noticed that I was inadvertently mixing American-English language forms and British-English.