Connecting with the Inner Self
By Paul Lawrence
When I was a kid, I read horror stories, until I’d had enough. When videos first came out, I watched gory films, until I’d had enough. But still I want more.
I want to know how it is that men can rape small children. I want to know how it is that a mother can kill her baby in a microwave. I want to know how it is that a father can throw his kids off a bridge because he’s angry with his wife. Because if one man is capable of such deeds, then aren’t all men?
I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in a simple dichotomous world where half the people go to heaven and half the people go to Hell. I believe in the ancient, complex, world of the human being, a lineage of which we are all a part.
I started writing about London in the 17th century because I wanted to understand what a society was like that condoned public execution, that hung women by the neck because they were old and owned a cat, that murdered people because of their religious beliefs. Of course I didn’t have to go back in history to explore those phenomena, but I didn’t want to write about other people doing those things, I wanted to write about my people doing those things, my ancestors. After all, three hundred years ago isn’t such a long time ago; just three (long) lives laid end to end.