No longer satisfied by ‘coming of age’ stories and not yet dead, I seek ‘second coming of age’ books that reflect concerns about my life – aging and death. I crave darkly comic fairy tales of our time. I read and write stories to quench this need.
My second novel tells the story of a woman who leaves her family to become a photographer. She also becomes part of artist gentrification in a place where art, social uproar and the power of image interweave. Sound like real life?