I first learned of the notorious New London school explosion in March of 1987, when I happened to run across a newspaper article commemorating the 50th anniversary of the disaster. I was shocked and disturbed by the story of hundreds of lives lost—most of them children’s—in one deadly stroke. Immediately I felt certain that I would write about it in a novel someday.
“Someday” can be a very long time in the life of a novelist. My latest book, WIVES AND MISTRESSES, had been out for less than a year. I had recently finished a series of events promoting it; and I was now involved in researching THE CLEARHARBOUR TRILOGY, a work that would consume me for the next two decades.