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October 17, 2017


Art Taylor

Sounds like you held your own quite well! Sorry I missed the panel, but great seeing you in person a few times--and welcome to Femmes Fatales, of course!

I do think that urban vs. rural sometimes seems the bigger divide, politically, at least. (Check out the 3D map of voting precincts, and all that red on 2D maps suddenly flattens out, with these soaring skyscrapers of blue in the urban areas.) Culturally and socially, though, I think there are tremendous regional differences and that those can serve as more than just local color in a book.

Love what you said about generational differences too--good stuff here throughout.


I think big city vs. rural area is a legitimate difference. But I do think where the big city is can have some effect on things as well. Not quite so much for the smaller communities.


Thanks for the comments, Art and Mark. I agree regional differences exist and can play important roles in stories, influencing how characters act and react. But I wonder if the ease of travel to big cities and the frequency of job changes are blunting some of those differences? I'm in Seattle now and it feels a lot like Toronto. I'd love to see someone examine the intersection of generational and regional differences in urban areas. What's the difference between the older generation who spent their entire life in one big city and the younger generation who moved from city to city chasing jobs?


Welcome, Alexia!

Having lived in Virginia all my life (well, except for that one year in DC that we do not speak of), I know I'm technically a southerner. But I never thought my writing was particularly southern . . . until a friend in a university town reported back on her book group's discussion of my first book. Half the group thought the wedding details were wildly unrealistic . . . the northern half. Not until the southerners in the group started sharing tales from their own weddings did the Yankees realize that a lot of Murder with Peacocks wasn't fiction but reportage.

Loved Gethsemane's first adventure, and looking forward to the second when my #$%$% draft is finished and I can read freely again.

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