Author Review: V. Gomenzi

This was a massive novel to write.  It was intended to be the fourth novel in the Fleet Quintet and encompassed all three earlier novels, beginning before the first one (Commences – yet to be published) and ending after the third one (Flesh for Sale).  I had to work out how to get my main character to leap 400 years in the future without using any of the standard sci-fi style tech:  time travel, time machines, black holes, worm holes, any other kind of hole in space…

I wrote the first four novels of the Fleet Quintet one after the other, which meant that I carried the story around in my head for YEARS.  I felt as if I was inside alter-space itself and that feeling of being disconnected from reality shows strongly in the novel:  Vincent is not connected to the universe the way anyone else is.  His time track is different, even as a Fleet being, and his beginning remains unknown.

Readers who get this far in the Fleet Quintet will feel some closure.  Vincent’s story feels finished and so is Sistia’s.  The Fleet appeared to have run away and the Fleet game is over.  In fact, the Fleet game was already over in Flesh for Sale:  how many more times can I end this story?!  But the story had not ended with Flesh for Sale.  At the end of that novel, Vincent goes on without Sistia and it’s in this novel that we find out where he goes – and who he takes with him and why.

I had to work very hard on the three strands of the novel.  At first I alternated easily between the three.  However, as the plot became more complex, some of the strands began to tangle, sometimes badly.  I threw out an entire section, only to resurrect it later – when I no longer had access to the original writing.  Writing the novel was a process fraught with dead ends and freaky time.  There were seconds that took pages to write and several centuries passed in a sentence.  Contracting and expanding time is a Fleet thing and being able to do this with writing was both exciting and nerve-wracking as I never could be sure I was expressing the inexpressible clearly enough.

Gomenzi has three starting points: the moment when Vincent Gomenzi leaves Earth at 16; the aftermath of the botched nuclear war on Nigel;  and an angel in a garden.  Integrating Vincent’s history was by far the hardest part.  I had to go over the same ground covered in Commences and then later had to do a monumental edit when I realised Commences was going to be the fourth in the quintet, not the first.  Much more fun was his relationship with Sistia Scarpora, already covered in Flesh for Sale, but here told from his point of view with new revelations.  The third strand deals with the history of Recovery, beginning with the wonderful Jenna Lloyd and Priest One from Transference, then Dragør Johnson and the mysterious space station, and later Igen, whom we get to know very well indeed.  V. Gomenzi basically covers the same ground as Transference, Flesh for Sale and Commences but goes much deeper.

Vincent Gomenzi is probably the deepest character I’ve ever created.  He was elusive at first but when he finally came alive on the page, I was delighted.  I still am.




About susannahjbell

I am a writer of science fiction and other strange and surreal works. I mostly write novels and the occasional novelette. My published works include A Doorway into Ultra, the Fleet Quintet and the Exodus Sequence. I live in London in an attic flat but really want to live in a tree. I wanted to be an astrophysicist but would settle for an alien abduction. I write because I don’t know what to read.
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