Two down; three to go
There is a recent novel, A Simple Plan, where two brothers and their friend stumble upon the wreckage of a plane–the pilot is dead and his duffel bag contains four million dollars in cash. In order to hide, keep, and share the fortune, these ordinary men all agree to a simple plan. The title is decidedly ironic. I have a simple plan: write five linked novels set against the backdrop of the cold war. Thus, two down; three to go.
The novel I’m now writing, Executioner’s Son, grudgingly forms its own story arc in Dubai’s enervating hot sea air (temperature reaches a daytime 120F) and occasional sand storm. I will finish this third novel (fingers crossed) when this winter the Arctic Express (-40F on occasion) sweeps across where I will write it, my Northern Wisconsin farm.
Executioner’s Son had two main characters who encounter one another in 1953 Suzdal, a medieval Russian city, its monasteries and cloisters prisons in the Gulag. Suzdal represents the founding of Russia, its Russian-Byzantine architecture suggestive of the skazka, the Russian fairy tale, to or from which the hero quests beyond the seventh land beyond the seventh sea. Suzdal represents Russia’s nightmare where the spring thaw brings to the surface those buried in its mass graves. [Read more...]