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Since studying public policy at Princeton, I've pursued an international career at the intersection of tech and politics. My experiences have included building a company in Brazil and co-founding a successful NYC-based tech startup; most recently, I led Investor Relations at Unite America, a nonpartisan organization focused on election reform. The inspiration for my novel stems equally from my dismay at the degradation of our political culture, my nostalgia for the twilight years of the American Century, and my desire to say something about the state of the nation in the present via a story set in the past.
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(OPENING SCENE: Introduces and creates sympathy with the protagonists; sets tone; introduces setting; foreshadows primary conflict) PROLOGUE: MAY 2012 “Stand up straight,” the producer said, “that’s bad body language.” It wasn’t just Paul’s posture. The entire afternoon had gotten off to an inauspicious start, the rain arriving in thick, heavy sheets from the moment the producer and his cameraman had pulled up. Unfortunate, because Paul wanted nothing more than to get it over with. For the first hour, the three of them could do nothing but take cover in the barn. The old barn, with its peeling gray paint and dilapidated door that whined in the wind. That was one good thing about the afternoon until that point, that the barn had been available as a makeshift shelter to wait out the storm. A consequence of choosing this corner of the property for the shoot. Paul liked it here, it reminded him of old times. Why didn’t he come here more often? “A downpour in May,” the producer said, chewing his lip as they watched the rainfall. “Who would’ve expected? Perfect spot if the weather ever lets up, though. A farm’s perfect. Feels authentic, not too fancy.” He was wheezing and sweaty despite the cool, wet air. “Uh-huh,” Paul said, though he wasn’t really listening. He was checking his pulse and calculating his resting heart rate. 68, 70 beats per minute, something like that. At least ten beats too fast. Okay, that proved it. He was officially nervous. “How long you live here?” the cameraman asked. One of those brooding hipster kids, early twenties, wearing skinny jeans, a Breitling, and a crewneck sweatshirt advertising an auto body shop. Based on the watch, it must’ve been vintage. Paul wasn’t sure how to answer. Was he doubting him? Questioning his claim to the place? “Long time,” he said. “Very long time.” Eventually the sun had reemerged, and they could get going with the shoot. They’d started by filming some B-roll, just in case the weather turned again. Paul hammering a nail. Paul picking an apple from a tree. Paul tooling around with an old Fiskars lawn mower, his quarter-zip removed and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, so he could really put some power into it. The whole thing felt completely absurd, even comical. Paul hadn’t mowed a lawn since twelfth grade—they had people for that now. He played along anyway, because he knew it was exactly what he needed to do. What winning required. “That’s great,” the producer said, “You’re a natural, just like Zan said.” After a half hour it was time to get to the heart of it. They set up at one of the old stone walls. Behind them, the meadow melted into a hill that obscured everything beyond. Paul leaned against the wall, allowing it to partially support his weight. Hence the producer’s critique of his body language. “Up straight, please,” he repeated. “Looks much better in the frame.” Paul did as told. For a moment, all was quiet. The only sounds were a few Canada geese honking and the heavy rhythm of Paul’s own breathing. It had ticked up again. “Ready?” the producer asked. Paul nodded and took a deep inhale. The cameraman clicked a button. They were rolling. “Now, tell us,” the producer said ponderously, “who is Paul McConnell?” Paul shifted uneasily, it was hard to find a position that felt comfortable. He ran his hand through his hair and swallowed hard. “‘Who is Paul McConnell?’” he repeated, imitating the producer’s intonation. He’d meant it as a joke, a way to cut the tension he was sure they could all feel from his nerves. The producer chuckled. He rolled his eyes playfully. “Very funny, wise guy. Let’s try that again.” Paul stared into the middle distance, at the collection of old stone buildings, and thought about the first time he’d come here, so many years before. In his eyes, he felt a tingling. Were those tears? Who is Paul McConnell? Paul didn’t like the question. How do you reduce the measure of a man’s life to a few sentences? By the people he’s loved? The ones he’s lost? “Don’t overthink it,” the producer said gently. Who is Paul McConnell? No matter how many times he repeated it in his head, his mind drew a blank. Paul McConnell? Well, for starters, that wasn’t even his name. # # #
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1: THE ACT OF STORY STATEMENT PAUL MCCONNELL must learn to love and embrace his authentic self, even at the cost of outward approval, acclamation, and success. Even at the cost of the thing he fears most: social death. 2: THE ANTAGONIST PLOTS THE POINT The primary antagonistic force in the novel is the homophobia and societal disapproval towards gays (especially in the novel's historical context of the 1970s–1990s) which PAUL observes, thereby creating self-loathing within himself. This force is represented by a number of specific characters within the novel, in ways both big and small: SUSAN, WARREN, and TONY, friends of PAUL's from childhood whose displays of homophobia are absorbed by PAUL and briefly mentioned through backstory. Similarly, through explicit gay slurs and hostility uttered and exhibited by ZANDER and TRIP, secondary characters whom PAUL interacts with at several key points throughout the novel. These examples stem less from animus than from an absorption of the mores of the world around them. More critically, as displayed by the significant ambivalence and disapproval by ELIZABETH, PAUL's eventual mother-in-law, towards her son (and PAUL's lover), JAMES FIELD, in light of his own homosexuality. This disapproval is a combination of genuine (albeit misguided) concern for her son's wellbeing, as well as her own preoccupation with societal approval and the implications for her social standing should the world learn she has a gay son. 3: CONJURING YOUR BREAKOUT TITLE ACTS OF CONTRITION (strong preference; narratively significant) BAD BODY LANGUAGE THIS AMERICAN LIE 4: DECIDING YOUR GENRE AND APPROACHING COMPARABLES IN MEMORIAM by Alice Winn Like IN MEMORIAM, a gay love story set against the backdrop of war and English boarding schools, and with a tone that moves between the lyrical and the brutal, my novel shares a concern with the way in which same-sex desire can be both clarified and distorted under pressure. Instead of early 20th-century boarding schools and trench war, though, it’s the late-20th-century Ivy League, the culture wars, and American political life that form the crucible. Both novels explore how young men carry private truths through public cataclysms. THE GREAT BELIEVERS by Rebecca Makkai Much like THE GREAT BELIEVERS, my novel partially utilizes a dual-timeline structure to explore the long emotional and social fallout of the 1970s and 1980s, including the AIDS crisis. Both books center gay characters reckoning with memory, loss, and the compromises of survival; both also scrutinize the ways in which history gets remembered—or rewritten. Where THE GREAT BELIEVERS foregrounds community grief and artistic legacy, my novel is simultaneously more narrowly focused on a single man’s reckoning with personal guilt, ambition, and complicity, yet also broader in its political lens and commentary about the state of the nation in the present told via a story set in the past. 5: CORE WOUND AND THE PRIMARY CONFLICT After a night at Studio 54 awakens a repressed desire that dare not speak its name, an ambitious outsider becomes entangled with a family of American aristocrats, a connection that will span decades and generations and ultimately force him to question: How much of himself is he willing to sacrifice on the altar of success? 6: OTHER MATTERS OF CONFLICT: TWO MORE LEVELS Internal conflict: Several months after arriving in the strange, rarefied world of the elite, as epitomized by Princeton campus, PAUL continues to feel himself inexorably pulled towards JAMES. The sight alone of him brings joy to PAUL's heart; his absence turmoil. The sound of his voice turns PAUL's skin to gooseflesh. Surely JAMES's social standing, his money and his power and his understanding of the codes of high society, have something to do with it. But deep inside, PAUL knows his attraction to JAMES is spurred by something more than his desire simply to advance. Does he have the courage to open the door that will reveal why? To finally confront what lies behind? A scene that triggers the protagonist: Fresh off an emotional phone call with his father in distant Ohio, alone on Princeton campus on Thanksgiving of 1978 and too broke to travel, PAUL receives an unexpected phone call from JAMES, up in New York City. “Thanksgiving's my favorite weekend in the city,” JAMES tells him. “All the squares leave town, no one left but miscreants and deviants.” JAMES issues an invitation: Would PAUL like to join him? After all, he does have a rather large suite at the Plaza. “You could sleep on the couch,” JAMES adds tentatively. What to do? To leave the safe cocoon of his dorm at Princeton feels like a gigantic error. Except that to stay would be an even bigger mistake. Secondary conflict: Decades after his love affair with JAMES, PAUL is married to JAMES's twin sister, KATHERINE, enjoying a life characterized by all the extrinsic trapping of success: a connection to a prominent family solidified through marriage; a massive estate. The only question that remains is that of his career—specifically, his chosen profession of architect, a lower-paid, lower-status occupation as compared to, say, high finance. A choice is offered: How would he feel about a job at KATHERINE's family's brokerage firm? Never mind his utter lack of genuine passion for it. It turns out to be no choice at all. PAUL takes the job. 7: THE INCREDIBLE IMPORTANCE OF SETTING The Field family estate on the Philadelphia Main Line unfurls like the kind of place PAUL would have only dreamt of. Except it would’ve never occurred to him to dream on such a scale. Six hundred acres of rolling hills, ancient trees, and stone outbuildings that predate the Revolutionary War. The house itself—“the big house,” as JAMES calls it—is a colossal Georgian Revival pile of red brick at least one hundred and fifty feet across, with everything in splendid symmetry, especially the windows. Four, five, six, eight, twelve, twenty … on his first of many visits across the decades, PAUL loses count of the number. Beauty is laced with tension, the estate's splendor masking decay—emotional, moral, even structural—and it functions as a kind of gilded cage. In summertime, when it’s theirs alone, the estate becomes a private planet for PAUL and JAMES. A place of sensual awakening, disco music, and skinny-dipping in secluded ponds. In winter, under the family’s watchful eye, it’s the site of elaborate rituals of control and appearance: Christmas Eve services, formal dinners with genteel neighbors. In these settings, the price of admission is silence, assimilation, and self-abnegation. Scene by scene, year by year, the estate is not just a backdrop but a stage for class performance and the repression of same-sex desire, its beauty inseparable from its menace. A place PAUL can never fully stand to be but, even more, can’t bear to leave.
