EXCERPT: There was Black Forest cake in the refrigerator. Edward made coffee and served the cake onto plates with generous scoops of vanilla bean icecream.
Willow disappeared up the iron staircase to swap Edward's jacket for something more comfortable. She descended wearing one of his sweatshirts over her cocktail dress and took both plates to the couch, placing his on the glossy surface of the coffee table beside a small Matchbox Mercedes Benz.
'You're writing something new?' she accused, picking up the toy car.
He brought in two mugs of coffee, set them down, and took the car from her. 'Yes.'
She gazed up at him. 'So, tell me.'
Edward sat beside her on the couch and told her about Madeleine d'Leon, his crime writer.
Willow listened, eating cake as she concentrated on the picture he was building. 'And so the story is about...?'
'It's an exploration of an author's relationship with her protagonist, an examination of the tenuous line between belief and reality, imagination and self, and what happens when that line is crossed.'
Willow nodded gravely. 'I'm not sure what that means, but it does sound award winning.'
Edward laughed.
Willow's high-arched brow furrowed slightly. 'Isn't your heroine a little ordinary, Ned? Maybe you should jazz her up a bit, give her a dark past as, say, a stripper or a drug dealer.'
'She's a lawyer.'
'I suppose that's pretty close. But - I don't know - what about a bizarre hobby? She could be a taxidermist. Taxidermists are interesting.'
'She's a writer, Will.'
'But how are you going to make that sustain an entire book? Opening a laptop and typing isn't exactly an action scene.'
'The story is about what goes on in her head and how powerful that becomes.' He took a gulp of coffee as he tried to explain. 'She has to be outwardly normal. But, Will, her mind is extraordinary. It's exciting.'
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Madeleine d'Leon doesn't know where Edward came from. He is simply a character in her next book. But as she writes, he becomes all she can think about. His charm, his dark hair, his pen scratching out his latest literary novel . . .
Edward McGinnity can't get Madeleine out of his mind--softly smiling, infectiously enthusiastic, and perfectly damaged. She will be the ideal heroine for his next book.
But who is the author and who is the creation? And as the lines start to blur, who is affected when a killer finally takes flesh?
MY THOUGHTS: Awesome! Awesome! And absolutely brilliant!!!!!
After She Wrote Him will mess with your head. Who is real? Everyone? No one?
At one point during this read I wanted to jump up and dance about, whooping and hollering with excitement. It's THAT good.
After She Wrote Him (but did she write him? Or did he write her? Or were they writing each other?) starts out in a fairly ordinary manner, then gradually becomes more complex as the characters begin to interact. By the end of the book I had absolutely no idea who, if anyone, was the author, and who, if anyone, was the creation.
And that ending...totally unexpected and tragic. An ending that left me not only wanting to read more from this author, but craving a large portion of Black Forest Gateau with vanilla bean icecream. (There are a lot of descriptions of beautiful food in this book.)
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'We writers, we're crafters of lies. We call them novels, or stories, or narratives but, in essence, they're a collection of lies, interesting, thrilling lies that make you laugh and cry but, in the end, still lies.'
'Real life is full of coincidences and scenarios too far-fetched for fiction. It's also full of liars. In fiction, the only liar is the author himself.'
THE AUTHOR: Not so long ago, Sulari Gentill was a corporate lawyer serving as a director on public boards, with only a vague disquiet that there was something else she was meant to do. That feeling did not go away until she began to write. And so Sulari became the author of the Rowland Sinclair Mysteries: thus far, six historical crime novels chronicling the life and adventures of her 1930s Australian gentleman artist, and the Hero Trilogy, based on the myths and epics of the ancient world. In 2014 she collaborated with National Gallery of Victoria to write a short story which was produced in audio to feature in the Fashion Detective Exhibition, and thereafter published by the NGV.
Sulari lives with her husband, Michael, and their boys, Edmund and Atticus, on a small farm in Batlow where she grows French Black Truffles and refers to her writing as “work” so that no one will suggest she get a real job.
Sulari’s first novel was shortlisted for the 2011 Commonwealth Writers’ Prize – Best First Book. She won the 2012 Davitt Award for Crime Fiction, was shortlisted in 2013 Davitt Award, the NSW Genre Fiction Award, 2012 Boroondara Literary Award, and the 2013 Scarlett Stiletto Award. She was offered a Varuna Fellowship in 2010.
In the final stages of a new standalone manuscript, Sulari is also working on the seventh book of the Rowland Sinclair Mysteries, and playing with ideas for a new series or two… perhaps three.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Poisoned Pen Press via NetGalley for providing a digital ARC of After She Wrote Him by Sulari Gentill for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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