Hello all: Thanks for checking in. Moving is complicated under any circumstances. Moving abroad, two-fold. But I’m here in Coimbra now, installed in my little apartment looking over the university and the Mondego River, eager to get back to work on new manuscripts, and to be back in touch with regular posts about life here, about learning the language — I’m happy to report I was able to order lunch yesterday completely in Portuguese, and that what I was served was exactly what I’d hoped I’d asked for! — and about the effects of new places on identity, art, attitude. I’m glad you’re here.
This is the sort of review every author hopes for: Enthusiastic, engaging, clearly engaged — but “evil genius with the emphasis on evil”??
Sonya Chung’s headline nails the essence of Vanishing Point. Here’s the latest Q&A from her wonderful Bloom, a blog devoted to those of us publishing later in our writing lives. Many thanks for this and all the posts that highlight our generation.
A local book group recently took on this new novel. The discussion produced dozens of insightful observations, not just about the book, but about life, marriage, the nature of love, the choices we make. Tina writes, “Legters’ Vanishing Point would be a great book club selection. As I was reading I could find many different things I wanted to talk over with someone else. Well written with great character development . . .”
As the blog tour unfolds, and reviews are coming in, I’m finding the book even more controversial than I anticipated. I knew the responses would be more complicated than those to Connected Underneath. It took more courage to write. It’s a story I was driven to tell. Here’s more from Tina:
Thanks to House of Books: “Vanishing Point is a stylishly written literary tale . . . (with) an elegance and beauty as illustrated here:
“Daniel’s hands are thin, and the skin also fine-grained; she would have expected a carpenter’s hands to be rough and worn, with a callous or two on the palm. Instead, when he touches her, it’s almost as if he weren’t touching her at all; she has the impression of air, and peace. Ross’s hands have become wide and heavy and obvious. If they grope her in the dark,she stays still, pretending they can’t wake her.”
For more: http://sj2bhouseofbooks.blogspot.co.uk/