![]() ![]() I was coming up to sixty myself, looking both backwards and forwards for a variety of personal reasons. I think in retrospect, it was important for me to go back to the beginning. ![]() And then one morning, I turned around and I looked at the note and I said, "Oh, my God, the man sitting on that bed is Rusty Sabich." And then, of course, who's the woman? I had a pretty quick determination that it was his wife, Barbara. ![]() For months I'd had a Post-It note sitting on my desk which said only, "A man is sitting on a bed in which the dead body of a woman lies." I didn't get any further than that image (based, I surmise, on Edward Hopper’s painting “Excursion into Philosophy”), so that I had hesitated even to write it down. I always thought self-imitation is an inherently limiting thing for a writer, and I was afraid of trying to equal a book whose success at the time depended in part on breaking new groundīut then, in late 2005, during a period of introspection provoked when my last child (Eve, Amherst ’09) had went off to college, I began to have some ideas about writing about Rusty Sabich. To be honest, I thought for many years that I never would write a sequel. It took me over two decades to publish a follow-up to my first novel, Presumed Innocent. ![]()
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