I so love it when readers — and Margot Kinberg is one of the best readers around — really ‘get’ my novels. A sense of ‘home’ and what it means to belong in a globalised world are among my central preoccupations as an author. As a white Australian, I come from a beautiful country, and a privileged culture, founded on terrible violence against the Indigenous population. This unease fuels my search for a sense of ‘home’ that is more inclusive, less place-based, more about relationships. And of course, this plays out in my fiction — as Margot so astutely notes in her blog post about perceptions of ‘home’ in crime fiction. Enjoy!
A really interesting post from writer and fellow blogger Jan Morrison has got me thinking about how we conceive of ‘home.’ For some people, that word represents a geographical place. Home has to do with the culture, lifestyle, and language of a particular setting. There are also people who think of a building when they think of ‘home.’ Perhaps it’s one they grew up in or had constructed.
For other people, though, it’s less about a physical place than it is about family and the people in one’s life. In those cases, home is wherever loved ones are. I don’t have the data to support this, but my guess is that that conception of home is getting more common as the world gets smaller and more and more people move. Certainly we see it in crime fiction, and have for some time.
For example, Agatha Christie’s Tommy and Tuppence Beresford…
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