When I read fiction, I picture a movie in my head. I have a mental casting call for every character. Philip Seymour Hoffman somehow always gets a role. I put on some Sigur Ros or Ennio Morricone in the background. And the curtains go up.
I wrote Parabolis much in the same way–like I was watching an epic steampunk fantasy directed by Michael Mann or Tony Gilroy. There are skyships, flint-lock pistols, submarines. But I wanted it to feel real. Believable. I wanted the Real to be in the details. The non-sequitur moments. The taste of bile stuck in your nasal cavity after vomiting. The philosophical questions. The dialogue. I wanted to write dialogue the way Cormac McCarthy writes dialogue. Then again, ideally, I’d want to write everything the way Cormac McCarthy writes everything.
I hope if/when you get a copy of Parabolis, you enjoy the show.