Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists.
I guess I've always been attracted to secret societies and the mystery surrounding them.
In a mystery, the sleuth must be believably involved and emotionally invested in solving the crime.
Most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader's daily life. Most of us live in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps with our marriage.
There is a theme that runs through my work, and that is: the toxic property of keeping secrets.
I like to write in a shroud of secrecy because I have to keep finding ways to scare myself.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away.
What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.