Michael Patriate here.
Joe said you had questions about my experience as the protagonist of his historical novel, The King of Silk.
You want to know the thing I miss most living in the 15th century? Coffee. Cigarettes I've almost gotten over craving every day, but it's criminal how that author of mine stuck me in a place where I have to get going every stinking morning without a proper dose of caffeine. Put me here a hundred years later and I'd be sipping on a cup while quilling this missive. Ah, well. If he had I would have missed a few of the treats he threw my way.
I hate to admit it, but when I first landed here in a God-forsaken Italian pasture I could only panic. One night I was out strolling through Manhattan, celebrating my success in the financial world. Then I came to in the middle of nowhere, and it just got worse.
Without a cell phone to call for help, I set out walking and found this country so backward that, well, you'll just have to read the book for the whole scoop.
Anyway, I've made myself right at home. These Venetians really understand business, and they're so serious about it. It's taken me awhile, but I'm back on top, or at least I can see the top of the ladder. And with my advantage of future knowledge, there will be no stopping me. I've even found a really nice lady to spend time with.
I suspect Joe Douglas has some obstacles planned for me, but I'm confident in my abilities. Feel free to visit and see how it turns out. And bring coffee.
Caorle, Veneto, Italy (1492)
The King of Silk by Joe Douglas Trent, Historical Fiction, Coming February 2011