The reader of IN THE SEVENTH DAY approaches me, eyes wide — the look tells me either he loves my novel or is horrified by it or maybe both!
Sure enough, he raves about it.
“How could that be?” he marvels. “How could they be that submissive? I kept waiting for — but then, you fooled me.”
We talk at length about the characters, about the town, about the abuse! We talk about the real umbrella authority in some evangelical, fundamentalist circles — Umbrella authority that calls for a woman to be entirely submissive to male authority. The look of horror on my reader’s face says it all.
I’ve done my job, and done it well.