If the mass of facts hangs over the events of September 11, 2001, also because they seem inevitable. I will not repeat here the journey of these figures. I only say this: write 11 September 2001, perhaps it is primarily to provide a space through the facts, for they are undeniable, the veil event. Also at Blue Metropolis, Marc Zaffran, alias Martin Winkler explained that all the medical facts of his various novels were fair, verifiable. It was important for him that fiction is not, in short, an opportunity to misinform. So he gave a role to fiction, a "mission".
A friend of mine, very good indeed, wrote a novel about Sept. 11, because force him to talk, I ended up infected. This is great news, very solid, with an interesting character. Except that. Except that it plays with reality, with what would be the situation at the top of the north tower, at the restaurant Windows on the World.
How much room do we have the facts? Certainly, they must move, transform, adapt, short, cross through writing. But before a real event, history, how far can we go? My friend said precisely, we can do everything. And normally I would agree. Normally, that is, for anything that does not concern September 11, 2001. This project, in which I joined three years ago. That fiction can not help but invent what happened behind the shiny facade of the towers, there's no doubt. My problem is elsewhere: the facts, data, dates, times, I can not circumvent, avoid, in short, I can not deny them. They are there. To write my September 11, one of my characters is a space out of those facts that I have to spare. And I think this is so, being as just as possible as "real" as possible, that I will be able to write around this event. I am not a historical novel, but to write, I need to know that this thing under and the changing face (sometimes short stories, sometimes pulling the novel) can not be contested on its facts: everything else, yes. But the facts, the likelihood that my characters could have existed, even if they are completely invented, no. No one has survived up to the point of impact in the north tower. At the restaurant Windows on the World, heat, smoke was suffocating. To the 78th floor of the south tower, the survival impact of the second aircraft was not impossible but rare.
I have of the event that facts scattered images seen on television, photographs, stories heard. To rebuild it, give it meaning, I fill the gaping spaces left between these facts. I am not a history book, I remember. But if I do not believe that my book has a "mission", it seems he can not lie. He can not divert the facts. Everything else, yes, the rest is the image we wanted to give the event, its crystallization in the figures (the hero, the victim, the good, the bad guy). Freedom to write September 11, she comes from a search of reality for me based not on an abandonment of truthfulness, but on a negotiation with reality: Can I convert, I have to accept.
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