A book is born
For months on end now I have been writing and rewriting my latest novel. Finally it’s ready to meet the world. I’ve sent it to an agent in New York, who’d said she was interested. There is still a long way to go before it is actually published, but a writer’s life is kind of lonely. There’s none of the instant gratification and feedback I used to get after filing a story as a journalist. So finishing a manuscript (at least a presentable draft) is a big moment that I wanted to begin sharing with readers like you.
Unlike my first novel, Happy Hour, a Dutch-language thriller set in Holland which deals with child prostitution, the new book draws on my 21 years of living and working in Turkey. The heroine is Kim Ashley, an American journalist who gets posted to Turkey, and sets herself the difficult task of showing her readers that there is more to the Muslim world than terrorism; that in fact, Muslims are normal people like you and me. Kim has this perspective because she lived in Turkey as a child. Her father was a doctor who volunteered to work in the poor east of the country. He was murdered, however, by armed left-wing radicals in the political turmoil of the late seventies. Kim wants to find out more about his death, which was never properly investigated. At the same time she must satisfy her editor back in Boston, hungry for stories about Islamic radicalism. Kim finds herself drawn deeper and deeper into a Muslim sect, while on a personal level she struggles with the demons of her past. The two stories intertwine and come to a thrilling climax.