I do no writing while I'm in Belgrade visiting my grandma.
In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.
I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.
My family lived in Egypt from 1993 to 1996.
My road to publishing actually came through a colleague who connected me to my agent, and the faculty at Cornell was very supportive.
At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.