I do not know you personally at all, I know you only from your writings. And yet, somehow I knew upon first reading The Watchers that Marc Rochat was you. And while it is true that characters are born in a writer’s imagination and reside in his soul, every once in a great while, as a reader I am privileged to feel a character take up residence in my own soul. Marc Rochat is one of those very few. I read a lot, and enjoy most of what I read (once I finished graduate school I vowed to myself that I am the only person who gets to decide what I read, or finish reading), but it is rare that a character stays with me the way he and Harper have. (I won’t confess how embarrassingly long it took me to realize the significance of Harper’s name.) In some way that I can’t quite put my finger on, Rochat’s view of his world feels very familiar to me. Perhaps we are merely approaching the point of knowing from different angles. I’ve never been to Lausanne Cathedral; he’s never seen my tidepools. How different are these places for us, really?
Thank you for this beautiful essay, and for sharing this very personal discovery. I’m very glad to know that these characters have served their purpose for you even though you didn’t realize what that purpose was when you created them. And thank you, once again, for the entire trilogy.