'The Art of Fiction.' I like those words. Art. That's what I like about it. To me, the word 'art' implies a journey: a continuous exploration of ideas and of the mind; a pushing of limits. It implies learning and trying out new things.
Writing is hard work. It is long work. When I'm writing, I sometimes forget and if I don't watch myself, I soon begin to worry about being productive, about the finished product, about whether it will sell... That is not a good place to be for a writer. That is when I remind myself about the 'art'.
In the midst of editing Midnight Sun. Despairing.
Part historical thriller, part Swedish Gothic, debut novel Wolf Winter tells the story of a vicious murder that threatens to tear apart an isolated community during the coldest of winters.
"The time and place seem so remote as to be unearthly, and the style has a stealthy quality, like a silent fall of snow; suddenly, the reader is enveloped. The story creeps up and possesses the imagination; there’s something eerie in the way half-understood and only half-seen events leave their mark. It’s a powerful feat of suggestion, visually acute, skilfully written; it won’t easily erase its tracks in the reader’s mind." —Hilary Mantel, Man Booker Prize-Winning author
“Exquisitely suspenseful, beautifully written, and highly recommended.” — Lee Child, #1 internationally bestselling author of the Jack Reacher thrillers
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Stockholm 1856. An orphaned boy brought up to serve the state as a man. A rich young woman incapable of living by the conventions of society. Neither is prepared for the journey into the heat, mystery, violence and disorienting perpetual daylight of the far North.
