Why I feel like Billy Pilgrim: ‘The Solomon Scandals’ as a time-warpy book
Was it Jerry Ford or Jimmy Carter who sat in the Oval Office when I finished the original draft of The Solomon Scandals, my Washington newspaper novel?
I do remember what I was writing on—an old electric typewriter: first a veritable antique from the early 60s, then a somewhat newer model with a metal golf ball: a red Selectric that I later gave away to the cleaning lady.
After NPR ran a segment the other day about age, time and the brain, I inevitably wondered, “What does this mean for novelists?” I was in my late 20s or early 30s back when I was seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, tasting and otherwise undergoing the experiences that I fictionalized for Scandals. The world was fresher to me and my generation—D.C. scandals included, even with Watergate having already happened.
In that sense Scandals is a 30ish writer’s novel, and maybe this gets me off the hook when NPR tells how the young remember in more detail. At the same time, perhaps Scandals also reflects what I learned in the three decades that sped by. Talk about Billy Pilgrim–style time warps. You might say I didn’t just write my historical fiction—I lived it.
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