“They tried to sell me bullet proof glass,” chuckles Nicholas Christopher, nodding at the windows of his home study. Lofted above the din of University Place, it’s the author’s concentration, not his life, that’s constantly imperilled; he now writes ensconced within customized, sound-muffling panes. From the tranquility of a workspace hung with his own acrylic paintings, Christopher discusses the role of scholarly research, tireless revision, and fountain pens in the making of his new novel Tiger Rag.
How charming and fascinating!