Maeve Tarn grew up on two coasts and the ocean between them, the child of an American father and a British mother, never in one country long enough to lose the homesickness for the other. She left a literature degree unfinished, apprenticed in a tattoo studio instead, and spent years at the chair learning what people choose to carry on their skin forever — which turns out to be good training for writing about love and grief. These days she lives on the North Yorkshire coast within walking distance of a harbour wall, in the company of animals she trusts more than most people, and writes best in bad weather. Her fiction is gothic and water-haunted — stories about the things still water keeps and will not give back. Slackwater, set in the drowMaeve Tarn grew up on two coasts and the ocean between them, the child of an American father and a British mother, never in one country long enough to lose the homesickness for the other. She left a literature degree unfinished, apprenticed in a tattoo studio instead, and spent years at the chair learning what people choose to carry on their skin forever — which turns out to be good training for writing about love and grief. These days she lives on the North Yorkshire coast within walking distance of a harbour wall, in the company of animals she trusts more than most people, and writes best in bad weather. Her fiction is gothic and water-haunted — stories about the things still water keeps and will not give back. Slackwater, set in the drowned edges of New Orleans, is her debut. Her second novel takes the same dark tide to the Yorkshire coast....more