On Sarah Weinman’s blog, Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind, I found a link to Stephen Allan’s Noir Writer and his interview with Jenny Siler. I went to grade school and high school with Siler in Missoula, Montana, and although we haven’t spoken since then (in different grades, we were never more than acquaintances, although I loved the fact that she had the guts to sport a mohawk), I’ve followed her career with interest.
She seems awfully sharp and like a nice person to boot. I’m biased, but I think Montana produces a lot of folks like that. (Bear in mind that this guy wasn’t a local.) As a person with an interest in pseudonyms, I was doubly interested to learn that Siler is publishing her new book, An Accidental American, under the name Alex Carr.
Anyway, read the interview.
The other day, for instance, my local bookseller introduced me to someone as “the next Patricia Cornwell.” It was an unfortunate comparison (I can’t think of an author whose work is more different from mine), but a good illustration of the point I’m trying to make here. The bookseller was looking for some way to sum me up to a potential customer, and the only thing she could think of was to compare me to another female author, when a male author like Le Carre or Furst would have been a much more accurate match.