I wrote here about how much I dislike doing research for my books. It’s still true, but I have had to knuckle down and change my ways. Here’s a list of books I’ve read recently, all in the name of research for my next novel:
- Birdmen, Batmen, and Skyflyers
- Please Kill Me – the Uncensored Oral History of Punk
- Amusement Parks of New York
- The Importance of Music to Girls
- Maine 101
- As They See ‘Em – a Fan’s Travels in the Land of Umpires
- The American Amusement Park
- Muscular Dystrophy – the Facts
- To Reach the Clouds
- It Must be Beautiful – Great Equations of Modern Science
- The Maine Reader
- The Lighthouse Handbook: New England
This is what I get for deciding to write a story featuring a lot of stuff I know very little about.
Looking at this list, I can see the emergence of a few mini-themes, but nevertheless the overall impression, even to me, is one of capricious chaos. Which is about right. At least the tedium of all this reading (all those novels I’m missing!) is tempered by my self-righteous martyrdom as I amass a lot of (probably completely useless) information. Characters and plot-lines are slowly emerging. My study is being overrun with hastily scrawled notes.
Some day soon I’ll get around to starting the thing. If anyone wants to hazard a guess at the plot on the basis of the above reading material, I’m all ears.