“What would they think of her now, her old lefty student friends, coming back as a fertility tourist? Was she now the colonial memsahib? The benevolent bringer of bounty or the ruthless trader, smiling her way back home?”
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“What would they think of her now, her old lefty student friends, coming back as a fertility tourist? Was she now the colonial memsahib? The benevolent bringer of bounty or the ruthless trader, smiling her way back home?”
She had been bred for marriage; even her high-powered Vassar education had only served to make her more marriageable to the right sort of man, and she hadn’t known what else to do with herself.”
Her life may not be picture perfect yet, with the crushingly long commute, the box room of a bedroom in a flat-share and the oh so tight budget. But the world doesn’t need to know that. Lucky for her, instagram has afforded her the ability to portray a life that she wants people to believe she is living. In London she is Cat, not country girl Katie, brought up by a single dad in the dull hinterlands.
It is an epic story, not because of the geographical reach, but because every family story is epic in its own way. It is epic, not because of the backdrop or historical context, or the world around it, but because a family unit can be so far apart yet cross (metaphorical) miles to come back together. That is what makes the book both epic and universal.
“This war has given her a real boost. You can tell by the way she holds herself more upright now, none of the slouching shoulders and moping face…”
I wanted to write something that was very much a rebellion against our idea of the traditional immigrant novel. And I wanted to write characters that were wholly unapologetic about themselves and their desires.