Certainly my methods of research are sometimes unorthodox… but I am not saddled with the literal-minded over-reliance on facts that a PhD sometimes confers.
I enjoy my outhouse because it is in my view transgressive. I enjoy transgressions and I miss the energy of evil… the shaking of the roots of our assumptions… in most of the contemporary fiction I read and even in a lot of the fiction I write.
Mother is long dead, and so the revelation of the second autopsy, in this book, has meaning only for me. But it has a great deal of meaning, reminding me, forcibly, to rely on my intuition, not matter what the cost.