In 1988 I was in my 25th year of chilly exile in Northern California, where my husband Stan was a professor at San Francisco State. By then I'd published nine novels besides Interview with the Vampire, but we still couldn't afford for Stan to quit his job and to move back to New Orleans.
Out West, I felt like a loner and an outcast--a feeling that began when my mother died when I was 14 and when, shortly afterward, I was ripped from my home in New Orleans because my father was transferred to Richardson, Texas. That sense of alienation intensified...
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