The view from the outset, was as follows: hold me closer to the characters, and the event before it becomes event. In other words, I wanted to write my stories, forgetting that they were taking place during the day become history, in order to follow my characters in all their confusion, their wanderings, and their attempts to understand what was happening to them. It was, it seemed a good way to avoid all the pitfalls related to September 11: heroism, Manichean representation, peeling shades, etc..
was a good game plan. One way not to play on safe ground, but rather to keep me constantly in the absence of imbalance in the distance. Stay as close as a few minutes between the first plane and the last collapse was allow me to draw my own September 11, perhaps. Or rather, the release of all those speeches that ultimately interfere with what we know, so they talk loudly and are working to reduce the possibilities of nuance. And I want to nuance, especially before such a topic, because without nuance, without characters multidimensional I risk falling into hagiography. And this, the literature of September 11 did not fail, it is necessary to think of what has been done about Flight 93 and "Let's Roll" Todd Beamer.
So where is the problem? The problem is that, perhaps for lack of time to really immerse myself in the news, perhaps because something in their project went wrong, I can not write. Or rather, I write, but I write about, before airplanes, as if I had more to see me back something. Or as if I've already mentioned here, I resisted more to put my characters in this mess.
I have no answer tonight (do I ever?), But I expect much, perhaps erroneously, on my next trip to New York to meet my new project and I would like the end, or at least see far ahead, somewhere, the point of arrival. Or lose the feeling that I lost along the way ...
