Thank you for allowing me to use this blog to state, emphatically, that I am not Brigid Quinn. I am Becky Masterman, the author of a thriller about an older woman who has seen too much of the criminal world during her career as an undercover FBI special agent. She can fight off a young male attacker, has to watch her drinking, and has some anger management issues. Hardly what you’d expect in a woman of a certain age? Fantastical, even? Well, she’s certainly not me.
I chose the name Brigid Quinn because it made me think of Rigid Quill, and that has a tough and strong sound to it, if also slightly phallic, but that’s a coincidence. It’s also a coincidence that our first names start with a “B” so sometimes when my agent Helen Heller talks about a plot point she’ll say, “And then when Becky kills the guy, I mean Brigid. . .”
My own agent confuses me with my character, for pete’s sake. I’ve tried to tell her I’m really timid, a wuss, a sheep in wolf’s clothing, but she won’t believe me.
So I say it again, I am not Brigid Quinn. But here comes my debut novel: Rage Against the Dying. I’m sure you already know that the title comes from a poem that goes “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.” Maybe that’s where I’m like my character. I’m not as aggressive as Brigid is, but she and I are both going to keep living, righting wrongs, spending all our love.
Becky Masterman's website is www.beckymasterman.com
Rage Against the Dying by Becky Masterman. Minotaur Books. 2013. ISBN 9780312622947 (hardcover), 320p.