I happen to know that you love stories of maroonment, if that’s a word, and that you read Robinson Crusoe and the Bounty Trilogy multiple times as a kid. Oh, and Swiss Family Robinson, which was made into a Disney movie back in the day, this family shipwrecked and alone, all those trips back out to the wreck to collect the stuff they’d need to make their new life in a tree house. And that book Sand you loved in college, from Japan. So claustrophobic, that guy who lived in a house at the bottom of a sand pit? And that girl falls in one day, no great improvement for him? Were any of these in the back of your head as you approached The Remedy for Love?
Bill: Yes, yes, I do love those stories. That moment Crusoe sees the footprint in the sand and realizes he’s not alone. And that story “Youth,” by Joseph Conrad. I think you’d call it a novella now, a long story based on the author’s own experience. This kid goes to sea on a coal boat and somewhere in the far southern ocean the coal in the hold catches fire, and eventually the boat. But that’s just half the adventure—the rest is getting back to England, which the protagonist manages, much as Conrad did. You can’t rest for a second reading that thing. And that’s just what I was going for, but boiled down to a simple snowstorm situation—nothing unusual for Maine—that spirals out of control.