(It might be helpful to read the entry previous to this and the one immediately before that, to understand what I'm talking about.)

I'm continuing to discuss why I don't write things set in Portugal -- or at least not long works and not with any true degree of involvement in it.  This post covers points  2, 3 &4 -- all of which try to explain some degree of alienation from my native land.  For those readers inclined to be offended or upset by it, I want to make clear I'm not making broad inferences, here.  This is my life, it is how I perceived/perceive things and it is my relationship with the place where I was born and raised.  Some of it I have no explanation for.  Other parts I can make broad guesses at what caused them.  Most of al, though, this is my life and this is my relationship with two countries.  I'm telling you right now you have no right to be offended by anything I feel or felt.  If you do, take it up with yourself and your relationship with your own country.

Let's start by establishing that I've always been a stranger in a strange land and, to some extent, I'll always be one.  However, as far as I'm concerned, I'm home now, having not so much immigrated as returned to the place where my soul always belonged.  I have pinned to my corkboard the following quote, which says how I feel far more eloquently than I ever could:

"I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place.  Accident has cast them amid strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage.  they may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known.  Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves.  Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.  Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.  Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth.  Here at last he finds rest." -- from The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset Maugham 1919

For those of you who have no idea why I'm answering this -- there is a rather long (if polite) question in Portuguese a few entries back and because it is a polite question -- for Portugal almost excruciatingly polite -- it deserves an answer.

Considering I write historical fiction and that, if history were oil, Portugal would buy and sell the rest of the world, I imagine this looks odd to people from Portugal or of Portuguese descent.  Unfortunately I have many reasons not to write fiction set in Portugal -- and this is not strictly true.  I sold a Portuguese History story to The Book Of Final Flesh and I sold a Henry the Navigator story to the Mammoth book of Historical Detectives (#3, I THINK.)  And one, very recently, to Universe.  And I've written several others.  I've just never published them.  But no, I haven't tried to sell novels set in Portugal.  Unfortunately because, of course, if Portuguese History were oil, I'd have a fast track to becoming a multi-millionaire.

So, this post will set out, in generality, the reasons I don't write fiction set in Portugal.  I will expand on this in other posts.  In fact, this post is little more than an outline.  There will be a post immediately after this expanding on point 1.

1 - Because no one will buy it.  And no, it's not those racist Americans.  (First of all, get a grip on reality.  Which self-respecting racist sets out to hate whites belonging to the mediterranean sub-race.  Gee.  There are cogent reasons it doesn't sell in the US, unless literary or small press and they would apply to practically any other country not Portugal.  Well, maybe Portugal too, but I doubt it.  You could knock me with a feather when I found out recently Portuguese are a protected minority.  To anyone out there intending to protect me, kindly stop it.  I have hands and feet and a nasty disposition.)

2- Because sources of reference for Portuguese history purely SUCK.  They're better in the US than they are in Portugal as are most purely historical scholarly books -- unless you've tried to buy in both countries, kindly shut up -- but they still SUCK.

3 - I don't write things set in Portugal in general because I know nothing of current day Portugal.  I'm fairly sure my parents think I abandonned the country.  I'd like to submit to them and you that the country left me behind.  I truly don't recognize most of the places I grew up in -- they're paved and covered in stack-a-prole apartment buildings.  The only way for me to go home would be a time-traveling machine.  If anyone has one of those speak up.  I'd give ALL my current worth and a good part of my future for another hour with my grandmother.

4- I don't generally write about past Portugal because I know nothing about past-Portugal.  I don't mean historical.  One of the advantages of historical writing is that no one can pop up and say "I lived through the Spanish takeover, young lady, and the Spanish takover was nothing like that.  We didn't FEEL like that, and that's not what it was like in Freixo de espada a cinta."  They CAN do this for my lifetime -- the last almost half-century.  And they would be right and I would be wrong.  Part of this is that i left Portugal very young -- 22 -- and never lived in it as a self sufficient adult.  Part of it is that, while still in Portugal, I bought Heinlein's Stranger In A Strange Land on the title alone as "Oh, Lord, that's how I feel."

Okay, part one after I shower and have coffee.  Part one I'm afraid will have to go into "What a writer has to do in terms of where you set up the story and themes for it to make cogent sense and sell."  Or "Sarah's little book of secrets about marketing to editors."  Mind you, given my track record of marketing to the public, the well-informed will take it with a barrel of salt, but this has been my experience as a professional writer.  Your mileage may vary.

Be Right Back.