is a contributing editor for The Millions. Born on October 6, 1951, in Illinois, United States became a big icon in the 80’s. I know you spoke of freedom being significant to writing the novel, but what draws you to a character? It was the first piece of art I detested. Bonus Links:—Eight Horror Films About Writers—Terrify Yourself with These Ten Horror Novels—Ten Haunting Ghost Stories for Halloween. I have a weakness for unreliable narrators. 2002 I have no idea if that’s normal or not. In my novel in progress, that isn’t the case at all. Cronin is a writer and musician. Hostage to the Devil was a book I found in my house as a kid, and, fresh off repeated viewings of The Exorcist (and probably clutching a rosary), I pored through Martin’s disturbing tales. The balding European man, too, is helpful in some way isn’t he? FURTHER RE…, Rime There’s also a passage when they cross the bridge to Cairo, Illinois that’s a very direct reference to Huck and Jim’s point of no return. I learned elaborate prayers to the Will I have a different experience? in philosophy. Cronin’s current age is 65 and has not thought about retiring yet. RM: I’m trying to get my stories to gel into some sort of collection, but I feel like a camp counselor with a cabin full of unruly girls refusing to coexist. When they leave town together, she becomes very aware of time, since every minute they’re gone makes her more culpable. When we look at a photograph, we are looking at time stilled, at a moment that has died. There’s a real horror to this idea, and it’s distinct from the secular, nihilistic horror of a vacuum. It’s a nonhuman entity that has only He’s tender, delicate, and strong. I do have to switch gears, though, between short and long stories. It might change tomorrow. I think my work has a lot in common with Tyson and Scott Reeder and John Riepenhoff, and many other artists from Milwaukee. SOURCES . At times I feel a bit like some skeezy drug dealer, hanging out at the edge of the playground, going, “If I can get them to try it just this once, I’ll have them hooked!”. especially disturbing Halloween. The pacing is obviously very different: a short story will either compress a very long time into a few pages, or (more commonly) take a small moment and delve into every detail. AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY the outcome I expected. (October 16, 2020). Very unlucky! Is her faith in the fictional narrative similar to your own? Before Lucy fully understands the situation and its implications of her involvement with young Ian, she is off on a surreptitious, cross-country escapade with her most enthusiastic patron. experience of depression and suicidal ideation. I remember Jesse Ball suggested lucid dreaming an impossibly large cigarette, to cope with the effects of withdrawal. Not that I’ve ever been married. The process of writing about my past called distant memories to surface, and some of those memories were scary—or sad. I don’t know if I’m afraid to, or what, but that line you’ve quoted makes me want to read it. No one in the house knows how to communicate with one another. Claire Cronin: I did sometimes feel scared of what I was revealing about myself. You know how if you keep someone from dreaming in a sleep lab, they go crazy? Nick Ripatrazone Apart from his professional career, he is married for a long period and has four children. BORN: 1606, Coleshill, Hertfordshire, England RM: Before you make me sound like a superhero, I should point out that there’s still some laundry on my closet floor from spring break. Her voice struck me as singular, her characters, haunted, abject, and captivating. I wanted to work with a voice in which anything could materialize at any point. That quote from Montaigne reminds me of the Bernhard phrase from his novel Correction: “deathward existence.” A page after “deathward existence” appears, there is, “The question has always been only, how can I go on at all, not in what respect and in what condition.”. This is what you’re saying about character, no? I’ve never read such a delightful yet devastating novel about suicide and loss. You never saw where I lived in Brooklyn, but my bedroom was windowless, the walls were curved, there was a foot of space between the bed and these dressers that had been in the bedroom for years before we moved in.