Barbara J. Taylor's "Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night"

Barbara J. Taylor was born and raised in Scranton, PA, and teaches English in the Pocono Mountain School District. She has a master’s degree in creative writing from Wilkes University. She still resides in the “Electric City,” two blocks away from where she grew up.

Here Taylor dreamcasts an adaptation of Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night, her first novel:

Interestingly enough, when I think about a movie version of Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night, it’s always to cast the character of Grief, Grace’s alter ego who has haunted her since childhood. While writing the book, I pictured John Malkovich, but not because I was thinking about my novel as a film. Back in the late 80s, I saw Malkovich in a play in London called Burn This, written by Lanford Wilson. Malkovich played Pale, the foul-mouthed, coke-snorting brother of Robbie, a gay dancer who had recently been killed in a boating accident. At first glance, there was nothing appealing about Malkovich’s character with his angry disposition, long greasy hair, and lumbering movements. He’d been dropped into a world where he didn’t belong, one with the grace and sensitivity of artists, yet somehow, Malkovich’s presence on stage was electric. The attraction between Pale and a dancer named Anna became not only possible but necessary. Years later, I may have had to Google a few details about the play to jog my memory for this piece, but that relationship between Pale and Anna—unlikely, inevitable, combustible—stayed with me and inspired the character of Grief.

That said, I’ve recently added George Clooney and Liam Neeson to the list of who I’d like to see as Grief, but that’s probably less about the character and more about my celebrity crushes.

Learn more about Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night, and follow Barbara J. Taylor on Twitter.

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Marie Manilla's "The Patron Saint of Ugly"

Marie Manilla is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her fiction has appeared in The Chicago Tribune, Prairie Schooner, Mississippi Review, Calyx Journal, SouthWrit Large, and other journals. Her novel Shrapnel won the Fred Bonnie Award for Best First Novel. Still Life with Plums: Short Stories was a finalist for both The Weatherford Award and ForeWord Reviews Book of the Year.

Here Manilla dreamcasts an adaptation of her new novel, The Patron Saint of Ugly:

Unabashed bribe: The first person to get The Patron Saint of Ugly into Tim Burton’s and Wes Anderson’s hands will get a dozen cannoli. Seriously. I love their movies. I love their humor and quirkiness, their tilted sadness. I particularly loved Burton’s treatment of one of my all-time favorite books: Big Fish. I love Anderson’s wonderfully weird exploration of family dynamics in The Royal Tenenbaums. The Patron Saint of Ugly is such a quirky, funny, sad, tragic, irreverent, holy book, that it’s begging for Burton’s or Anderson’s vision. Cannoli, everyone. A dozen of them delivered right to your door.

We’re also going to need a skilled make-up artist, since the main character, Garnet, has a body covered in port-wine birthmarks that look like a map of the world, the landmasses shifting over time as a result of environmental upheavals and the land-grabbing, fall-out of wars.

For the cast…

Child Garnet: Abigail Breslin…if we could put her in a time machine and send her back to childhood. She was fantastic in Little Miss Sunshine.

Adult Garnet: Jennifer Lawrence. She’s already an irreverent smartass—just like Garnet!

Nonna Diamante, Garnet’s Sicilian grandmother: June Squibb. I adored her in Nebraska.

Marina, Garnet’s Barbie-esque mother, the epitome of beauty whose looks have done more damage than good: Nicole Kidman would fit the lovely bill.

Angelo, Garnet’s ever-shrinking father who can’t seem to earn the respect of his wife or father: Jason Schwartzman. He’d get to sport a righteous pompadour…plus he’s already worked with Wes Anderson!

Grandpa Ferrari, Angelo’s brutish father: Danny Devito would be perfect, and he’s just the right size.

Grandmother Iris, Marina’s aristocratic, martini-swilling, snob of a mother: The divine Anjelica Huston, of course.

Betty, Garnet’s buxom, slightly ditzy, gum-smacking aunt with a lazy eye and a heart of gold: Helena Bonham Carter…plus she’s already worked with Tim Burton!

Nicky, Garnet’s bookish brother who is too pretty for his own good: Macaulay Culkin…if we could slip him into the same kid-reverting time machine with Abigail Breslin.

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Jonathan Holt's "The Abduction"

Jonathan Holt read English literature at Oxford and is now the creative director of an advertising company. He lives in London.

Holt's new novel is The Abduction, the second book in the Carnivia Trilogy.

Here the author dreamcasts an adaptation of the series:

I’d like to think that not only The Abduction, but the whole Carnivia trilogy, would be filmed. I’m a big admirer of the Stieg Larsson books – that combination of cracking conspiracy plots with great characters – so the pitch for my movie would be ‘Dragon Tattoo meets Da Vinci Code’.

David Fincher would direct, naturally – no one gives heart to a thriller like he does, or at least not since the demise of the great Tony Scott.

Rooney Mara would be wonderful as my American protagonist, US Intelligence Analyst Holly Boland. I’m not sure who would play her Italian opposite number, Captain Caterina ‘Kat’ Tapo of the Venice Carabinieri. I have a very strong image of Kat, as she’s based on a real Carabinieri officer whose photo I found online… but surely finding a raven-haired, impulsive, sometimes strident, feminist Italian in her mid-twenties who’s also a great actress can’t be hard?

Learn more about the book and author at the Carniva website.

The Page 69 Test: The Abduction.

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Megan Abbott's "The Fever"

Megan Abbott is the Edgar®-winning author of the novels Queenpin, The Song Is You, Die a Little, Bury Me Deep, and The End of Everything. Her 2012 novel, Dare Me, was chosen by Entertainment Weekly and Amazon as one of the Best Books of 2012 and is soon to be a major motion picture.

Here Abbott dreamcasts an adaptation of her new novel, The Fever:

I never think of specific people while writing a book. It would feel too specific, maybe limiting. But, as a movielover since childhood, once the book is complete, I often imagine the possibilities. And so I find myself doing that with The Fever. It’s the story of the Nash family, father Tom, a high school science teacher, and his two teenage children, handsome hockey star Eli and earnest Deenie. Deenie’s friend is stricken by a violent seizure in class one day and, with terrifying rapidity, other girls at the school are similarly afflicted.

For Deenie, sixteen and serious, complicated and loyal, I imagine one actress. The same actress I had in mind after finishing my last novel, Dare Me, and the one before that, The End of Everything. And she is Kiernan Shipka, AKA Sally Draper on Mad Men.

I have loved Sally since Shipka’s first scene on the show, age six or seven, dry cleaning bag stretched over her upturned face. She is being scolded by her mother, not for risking suffocation but because she suspects Sally of making a mess in her closet. Everything about Sally, which are the things I see in Deenie, are in that brief scene. Feeling at the mercy of adults who are more concerned with their own cares. Feeling neglected. Wanting only to experience things, to have adventures, to explore.

And over the past seven seasons, we’ve seen Shipka develop and transform and, well, incandesce as Sally has. Now she’s a cigarette-wielding, mother-sassing teenager. But despite having been at the blunt end of her parents’ negligence, deceit and solipsism her entire life, Shipka shows through the nuance of her performance how Sally is still a fundamentally good and moral person—perhaps the show’s moral compass—which is how I see Deenie.

Is there any actress so skilled at managing the mix of innocence and cynicism, ardor and disappointment, curiosity and trepidation, as Shipka? And, as many times as her Sally is disillusioned, she is still infinitely capable of expressing fresh wonder, which seems to ripple across her face as if she’s surprising herself?

These are the elements I had in my head for Deenie Nash. For whom everything is changing in terrifying ways and for whom holding strong and fast to herself, her own moral compass, matters more than ever.

Learn more about the book and author at Megan Abbott's website.

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Thomas C. Field, Jr.'s "From Development to Dictatorship"

Thomas C. Field Jr. is Assistant Professor of Global Security and Intelligence Studies at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University.

Here Field dreamcasts an adaptation of his new book, From Development to Dictatorship: Bolivia and the Alliance for Progress in the Kennedy Era:

Like many tales from Bolivia, From Development to Dictatorship lends itself to the big screen. Recent cinematic renditions of Bolivian history include Steven Soderbergh’s epic Che: Part Two: Guerrilla, the Spanish drama Even the Rain, and Rachel Boyton’s brilliant documentary Our Brand Is Crisis, which is soon to be readapted by George Clooney. That the latter won the Independent Spirit “Truer Than Fiction” Award owes as much to Bolivia’s fairy-tale qualities as to Boyton’s exceptional artistic skill.

As an homage to Bolivia’s historical surrealism, my film opens with an appearance by the founder of gonzo journalism, Hunter S. Thompson, played by Johnny Depp. Swigging bourbon whiskey with US Embassy officers as armed militias roamed the streets, Thompson (Depp) characterizes Bolivia as “A Never-Never Land High Above the Sea…a land of excesses, exaggerations, quirks, contradictions, and every manner of oddity and abuse.”

In order to fully capture the “manic atmosphere” Thompson (Depp) found in revolutionary Bolivia, the film should be directed by Robert Rodríguez, who can uniquely capture the film’s frequent bouts of violence. I especially look forward to seeing Rodríguez’s interpretation of a July 1963 battle in Irupata between a CIA-funded peasant militia and leftwing miners toting handmade grenades.

Structurally, the film begins with the Kennedy administration fretting in 1961 that Bolivia was “half way over the brink to chaos” and that it would “slide down and be the second Cuba.” These words are spoken by Kennedy’s handpicked ambassador, labor economist Ben Stephansky, a short, liberal worrywart of a Cold Warrior who will be played wittily by Woody Allen. The film then traces Stephansky’s (Allen’s) fervent scramble to shore up Bolivia’s revolutionary government, led by a brilliant, wiry technocrat, Víctor Paz, who will be interpreted flawlessly by Marc Anthony. The film’s irony lies in the fact that Paz’s (Anthony’s) government is beset by strikes against development programs Stephansky (Allen) is tasked with bringing to Bolivia. It ends with the US Embassy depressed that a good looking and highly popular air force general, René Barrientos (played here by John Leguizamo), overthrows Paz (Anthony) in a coup that represents the film’s climax.

Alongside Marc Anthony as President Paz, Danny Trejo will play Juan Lechín, the legendary mustachioed Bolivian labor leader who serves as Paz’s (Anthony’s) vice president until a US-backed decision to bust the unions. Serving as Lechín’s (Trejo’s) foil character, George López will play Guillermo Bedregal, the surly young president of Bolivia’s state-run mining corporation whose arrogant style sparks violent clashes with armed miners throughout the film.

The story takes place mostly on the ground, in the union halls and universities where resistance to US development programs is plotted and carried out. For that reason, one of the film’s main protagonists is union leader Federico Escóbar, a gritty miner who balances radical oratory with underlying stoicism. None other than Antonio Banderas can capture the drama of Bolivia’s toughest union leader being arrested (in another shoot-out) as a condition of Kennedy-era programs. In the aftermath of the arrest, Escóbar’s (Banderas's) strong-willed wife Alicia (played by the fiery Rosie Pérez) helps take four US development officials hostage in the union hall of Siglo XX mining camp. She is supported by her dynamite-toting colleagues, Jerónima Jaldín and Domitila Barrios (interpreted by Kate del Castillo and Michelle Rodríguez).

Smaller roles will be filled by Benecio del Toro, this time not as “Che” Guevera, but as Che’s nemesis, Communist Party chief Mario Monje. Gael Garcia Bernal will play José Luis Cueto, the small, babyfaced intellectual who edits the Party newspaper and survives a machine gunning by Paz’s (Anthony’s) secret police in the film’s penultimate scene. Finally, Demian Bichir will be cast as Irineo Pimentel, the humble leftwing union leader who is Escobar’s (Banderas's) main collaborator.

Learn more about From Development to Dictatorship at the Cornell University Press website.

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Rachel Toor's "On the Road to Find Out"

Rachel Toor is currently associate professor of Creative Writing at the Inland Northwest Center for Writers in Spokane, the graduate writing program of Eastern Washington University. She lives with her dog, Helen, who raced in her first half marathon in February.

Here Toor dreamcasts an adaptation of her new novel, On the Road to Find Out:

This is a huge problem. A ginormous problem.

Plenty of great actors could play most of the characters. A younger undiscovered Ellen Page or Jennifer Lawrence would be great for my main character, Alice. I wouldn’t want her to look too much like a runner; she’s just a normal girl who decides to take up running.

If he could get himself a little paunchy, Tom Hanks would be perfect for Walter-the-Man, the family friend who treats Alice like a friend and speaks honestly and bluntly to her when she needs to get out of her college-rejection funk. Mary-Louise Parker is one of my favorite actors because she comes across as smart—I’d love to see her play Alice’s dermatologist mom.

I have no idea if she can act, but Olympian Deena Kastor as Joan, the former elite runner who mentors Alice, would be totally cool for the running geeks. And Miles, the teen love interest—a tall skinny dude with floppy hair who loves to read and watches old movies with his grandma—no problem. Plenty of guys like that around. Casting all of the parts but one would be a breeze.

The big problem would be who could play Walter, perhaps the best and most loveable character in the novel. Walter is smart, funny, wise, athletic, and a total hottie.

He’s also a rat.

Now, I’m not saying there aren’t plenty of rats who could play him. Great rodent actors would leap at the opportunity—there aren’t that many sympathetic roles for vermin. No, there’s a bigger issue. Balls. Rat balls. They’re ginormous. Pornographic. Like if a man had cantaloupes between his legs. It might be off-putting to a movie audience unaccustomed to seeing colossal testicles on screen.

I based Walter on my rat, Iris. But for the novel I wanted the rat character to be male. The boys are more chill; women rats are busy all the time and I needed someone who would be able to provide a certain amount of calm for Alice during a turbulent time. Alice does mention that the size of Walter’s balls freaks some people out, but it’s not something she spends a lot of time thinking about.

If a male rat were cast in the Walter roll, everyone would come out of the movie saying “Rat balls!” and not pay attention to the story. But if they cast a female, the rat people would know that Walter was being played by a chick. They might feel the moviemakers weren’t knowledgeable about rats, a bad thing for a work that argues that bigotry and prejudice rely on ignorance to thrive.

The bottom line is that I think the book won’t be made into a movie. Unless, maybe, possibly, they wrote in a scene about neutering Walter. That might work. But the male audiences who will silently admire Walter’s nuts might get a little queasy. Right. Probably not movie material.

Visit Rachel Toor's website and blog.

The Page 69 Test: On the Road to Find Out.

Read--Coffee with a Canine: Rachel Toor & Helen.

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Ian Worthington's "By the Spear"

Ian Worthington is Professor of History at the University of Missouri and author of Alexander the Great: Man and God, Philip II of Macedonia, and Demosthenes of Athens and the Fall of Classical Greece.

Here he dreamcasts an adaptation of his latest book, By the Spear: Philip II, Alexander the Great, and the Rise and Fall of the Macedonian Empire:

My book uniquely compares the reigns of Philip II and Alexander the Great of Macedonia to show how Philip was the architect of the Macedonian empire and Alexander its master builder. In truly a case of West meeting East, Alexander's conquests brought down the Persian Empire and spread Greek culture as far east as India, making the Greeks aware of being part of a world far bigger than the Mediterranean. I also discuss the problems Alexander faced in dealing with a multi-cultural subject population, and how his successes and failures can inform makers of strategy in culturally different regions of the world today.

A major reason why previous movies about Alexander the Great flopped was because of credible actors. By this I don't mean actors who are poor (far from it), but actors who are believable as the people they're portraying. Colin Farrell in Oliver Stone's movie never worked because he never looked comfortable or credible as Alexander (compare that performance to his character in Phone Booth, still his best movie I think). Nor did Richard Burton in Rossen's movie. But casting Alexander is not easy. He was only 22 when he invaded Asia, died not too far short of his 33rd birthday, and he was no six-foot macho man with muscles like The Rock. We need an actor to play the adult king who is not too old, looks like he's had a few knocks in his life, and is not the "screen hunk" type. Two actors come to mind: Sam Worthington (no relation), even though he's in his late 30s, and even better perhaps British actor Max Beesley (albeit in his 40s).

Alexander is only one person, albeit a central one, in both the book and the movie. His father Philip II was also a great warrior and king, and he suffered all manner of wounds, including an arrow in his right eye (which was sewn shut afterwards). I really like Kim Coates as an actor. He is too old (no offense) to play Alexander, but perfect for Philip, who was not a big hulking man as the armor from what is probably his tomb shows. Coates is likewise slight of build, but he has a commanding presence and a toughness that would make him a very believable Philip.

There's also a host of characters too numerous to mention. Alexander grew up with several boyhood friends who became commanders during his campaigns, men such as Ptolemy (who founded the Ptolemaic dynasty in Egypt), Nearchus (the admiral who first sailed the thousand miles of the Makran coast), and Hephaestion (who became Alexander's lover). Some good and believable people to play them would be Henry Rollins, Charlie Hunnam, and – just go with me here – Macklemore. Alexander also inherited some tough old generals from Philip; they fought with him loyally, but he came to resent them and eventually did away with them. Chief among these were Parmenion (Ron Perlman is a shoe-in here) and Cleitus, whom Alexander stabbed and killed during a drunken argument – enter Muse Watson for Cleitus. And what about Alexander's bitter enemy, the Persian king Darius III? I'll tap Nestor Serrano for that role.

The pattern is emerging that we're not recruiting the sort of handsome, muscle-bound men with perfect white teeth that drive far too many Hollywood movies these days (no disrespect intended to any of the gentlemen named above). Instead, we need actors (or rappers) who have to look like they grew up in the tough love world that was Macedonia, where boys were taught to ride, hunt, and fight almost before they could talk, and men could not recline at the wild drinking parties until they had killed their first wild boar with only a spear. If only Alexander had carried a machete: we could then be treated to Danny Trejo as the king.

But of course we do need some beautiful people – this is a movie after all. And so we turn to the ladies, and just a few examples. For Philip's fourth wife and Alexander's mother, Olympias, there can be only one choice: Katey Sagal. No different from Gemma in Sons of Anarchy, Olympias was scheming, controlling, ruthless, and insecure; she may even have poisoned Alexander's older brother (the son of Philip by a different wife) so that Alexander would become heir to the throne, she may even have been part of a conspiracy to assassinate Philip so that Alexander could become king, and she was forever meddling in politics.

Then there is Alexander's wife, Roxane of Bactria (Afghanistan), one of the most tragic figures of this period. This one is a no brainer: the stunning Afghan actress Gihana Khan. Finally, Alexander was said to have had a sexual relationship with the Persian queen mother Sisygambis. To play her there is none better than the equally stunning Shohreh Aghdashloo.

If only this wasn't a dreamcast...

View a slideshow of the rise and fall of the Macedonian Empire in pictures.

Ian Worthington is Professor of History at the University of Missouri.

My Book, The Movie: Demosthenes of Athens and the Fall of Classical Greece.

The Page 99 Test: Demosthenes of Athens and the Fall of Classical Greece.

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Chevy Stevens's "That Night"

Chevy Stevens is the author of Still Missing and Never Knowing.

Her new novel is That Night.

Here Stevens dreamcasts an adaptation of the new book:

When I first started writing That Night, I didn’t have an actress in mind for Toni, but I did think about Ryan Gosling for Ryan, who is Toni’s boyfriend in the book. While I was working on the outline, I listened to Eric Church’s song, “Springsteen” quite a bit. I Googled Erich Church and realized he was also a good model for Ryan—I liked his clothing style. This year I watched the movie Country Strong with Gwyneth Paltrow and thought the male actor, Garrett Hedlund, did an excellent job and could play Ryan. I recently created a status update on my Facebook, naming which actress I could see playing Toni and I realized Natalie Portman would be amazing (is there anything she can’t do?). She’s small, and slight like Toni. She also can wear her hair very short and still look beautiful. In the book, Toni has long hair in the beginning then when she is sentenced to prison, she cuts it all off in a fauxhawk. I’d be happy to see either of these talented actors in the movie for That Night!

Learn more about the book and author at the official Chevy Stevens website.

My Book, The Movie: Still Missing.

The Page 69 Test: That Night.

Writers Read: Chevy Stevens.

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Mark Troy's "The Splintered Paddle"

Mark Troy is the author of Pilikia Is My Business, a private eye novel published in 2001 and republished in 2010. Pilikia was nominated for a Shamus Award by the Private Eye Writers of America for Best 1st P.I. Novel. Game Face, a collection of short stories featuring P.I. Val Lyon, was published in 2011. The Rules, the first story in the Ava Rome series, was published as an ebook and audiobook in 2013.

Here Troy dreamcasts an adaptation of his new book, The Splintered Paddle, the latest book in the Ava Rome series:

I haven't really thought about casting The Splintered Paddle, but some real actors and the characters they've portrayed, as well as some non-actors, have inspired the characters in the book. So this is a great experiment to see how they fit in the story.

The heroine, Ava Rome, is a woman of action and determination. She was tough enough to be an MP in the Army, so she is knowledgeable about guns and personal combat. If the movie were made thirty years ago, Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley in the Alien series would have been ideal for the role of Ava. More than anything else, what attracts me is the set of Sigourney's jaw that says, “I’m going to kill monsters.”

Athletes are my greatest source of inspiration for Ava—Gabby Reese and Misty May-Treanor, for two. But if I could pick anybody, it would be U.S. Olympic goal keeper, Hope Solo. She has the body, the face, and the eyes filled with aggression. Looking in those eyes, you do not want to be a guy who breaks her heart. As a goalie, Hope Solo embodies the attitude that I see in Ava. She’s the last defense when everyone else on the team has been beaten. After she makes the save, she starts the offense. She stands alone for the team while the opposition lines up to take their shots. Also, she’s got the perfect name for a hardboiled PI, after Guy Noir, of course.

Ava has a tough-guy sidekick named Moon Ito. For Moon, I pick Daniel Dae Kim of Hawaii Five-O. Again, it’s the eyes. There is that no nonsense expression that reveals nothing but hints of the violence that could be unleashed if crossed.

The bad guys drive the story in a mystery. The Splintered Paddle has two main bad guys. Norman Traxler is a psychopath seeking revenge. I have always thought of him as resembling Max Cady of Cape Fear played by Robert Mitchum. (Robert DeNiro played Cady in the remake, but Mitchum is who I see in this role.) If cast today, I would give the nod to Michael Madsen, Mr. Blonde in Reservoir Dogs. The other bad guy is an ethically challenged police detective who is both smooth and brash. Someone such as Charlie Sheen would be great for the part.

Working girl, Jenny Mordan, the victim of Ron Nevez’s harassment and later Traxler’s target, is strong-willed and stubborn, which puts her in frequent conflict with Ava who is trying to protect her. Jenny's unpredictability endangers both her and Ava. Miley Cyrus would be great for that role.

Director: Quentin Tarantino or Martin Scorsese. There will be bloodshed and bad words.

Visit Mark Troy's website.

The Page 69 Test: The Splintered Paddle.

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Gary Corby's "The Marathon Conspiracy"

Gary Corby is the author of the Athenian Mystery series, starring Nicolaos, his girlfriend Diotima, and his irritating twelve year old brother Socrates.

The books in order are The Pericles Commission, The Ionia Sanction, Sacred Games and The Marathon Conspiracy.

Here Corby dreamcasts an adaptation of The Marathon Conspiracy:

The big problem with casting The Marathon Conspiracy is the bear. Yes, it’s a giant brown bear. It’s also one of the suspects. There’s bound to be someone who supplies giant brown bears for movies, but I don’t know who it is. We must hope the bear doesn’t eat the other actors.

The Marathon Conspiracy takes place at the Sanctuary of Artemis at Brauron, which was the world’s first official school for girls. That means we need some schoolgirls. I’ll cast my daughters and their friends. I think they’d enjoy the experience.

I believe it was W.C. Fields who said, “Never work with animals or children.” Since the The Marathon Conspiracy is well stocked for both, I think it only fair that we cast him for a role. I’ll give him the role of Pericles.

For Socrates, I think I’ll cast Socrates. The rules do allow me to use anyone from any time!

For Nico and Diotima, my hero and heroine detectives, I’ll have Daniel Radcliffe, who against all my expectations has turned out to be a for-real actor; and Natalia Tena, who did a good job as Tonks in Harry Potter.

Visit Gary Corby's blog.

Writers Read: Gary Corby.

The Page 69 Test: The Marathon Conspiracy.

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