What can be said about Angela? She's lonely. She's ageing. She's suffered, and she suffers. My goodness does she suffer. 

I wrote the story as a kind of ode to female loneliness, and as a look at how torment in early life can drive a wedge between the sufferer and other people that grows with age. Of course, the examples I use are extreme, but the effects are true to those I have seen in real life. It's a dark, dark book, made only more evocative by Rob Goll's masterfull naration, but it's book I retain a lot of affection for, and Angela is probably my most complicated and complete character. This isn't the kind of character a reader aspires to be, or projects themselves upon. She's defined and distinct, like a portrait painted in neon. I don't expect my readers to like her, in fact, I expect them to be repelled, but as they learn more about her I hope they are also able to feel sympathy for her. To feel sympathy and repulsion at the same time is the kind of push and pull I was hoping for. Let me know how I did in the comments.


Part 2 will be available on Wednesday next week.