Author Sarah Blake discuess her World War II novel The Postmistress in Part I of this special interview, and what it's like writing about war in post 9/11 America. A book club favorite, The Postmistress is in stores! Click here for Part I.
 Q: Some of your characters pose this debate in religious terms.   Iris, the postmistress, sees herself as doing God’s work by making sure  the mail moves without a hitch, helping to maintain the divine order  that underlies reality.  But another character says, “There is no God,  only us.”  Does war have a unique way of crystallizing these kinds of  spiritual questions for us?
Q: Some of your characters pose this debate in religious terms.   Iris, the postmistress, sees herself as doing God’s work by making sure  the mail moves without a hitch, helping to maintain the divine order  that underlies reality.  But another character says, “There is no God,  only us.”  Does war have a unique way of crystallizing these kinds of  spiritual questions for us?
A: The story Thomas tells Frankie on the train was told to me, roughly  as is, by a woman I sat next to on a plane long before I knew that there  was going to be a Frankie in my novel, long before I had begun to  collect and research stories like this one of escape from the Nazis. And  I remember thinking my god, at every point this man could have as  easily been killed as helped, and at each point he was stopped and then  simply walked through another gate, to freedom. On the one hand, it  seemed that if there was an argument for divine providence or  intervention, then here it was. On the other hand, it seemed equally a  story about the terrifyingly random nature of human generosity --- each man  at every checkpoint could have decided not to let Thomas through. At  each point, Thomas’s fate lay in the hands of another human being.  Thomas’s luck holds until he runs into the last checkpoint, which leads  Frankie to decide as she says to Max her editor, “it’s nothing but an  empty sky up there.”
That story was seminal for me in putting together the questions of  accident and design I was wrestling with in the novel. That said, of  course, war doesn’t crystallize anything for those who go through its  trauma --- it immobilizes, if often numbs and mutes. I can raise this  question because I am off the battlefield.
 
Q: One of your characters is convinced that the Germans are about to  land on Cape Cod at any moment.  How close to being right was he?
 
A: Though there is no evidence of a German U-boat beaching in Cape Cod,  there were numerous close calls. As early as February of 1941, Germany’s  Admiral Donitz ordered a feasibility study of a surprise U-boat assault  on the East Coast, and by January of 1942, the first U-boat rose  successfully undetected into the channel of New York Harbor. That same  submarine went on to nearly run aground on the sand-spit of Fire Island.
 
Throughout most of 1942, German U-boats ran so close to the Eastern  Seaboard that they watched the dark silhouettes of people walking up and  back along the beachside promenades against the lights of hotels, cars,  and houses. The high hulls of the tankers steaming towards Europe with  food and supplies were lit up as well, making of them fantastic, easy  marks. Of 397 ships sunk by U-boats in the first six months of 1942, 171  were sunk off the Atlantic Coast from Maine to Florida, some within  view of people on shore.
 
Q: What sort of research did you do for this novel --- about the  history of radio, America in the pre-war years, the Blitz, and the  stories of the Jewish refugees?
 
A: This book took me eight years to write; in part because as the story  line grew, it took me deeper into  libraries and museums. I read  countless books on the years between 1932 and 1945, of history, of  autobiography, of speeches and news articles. I read the novels written  during those years as much for colloquial speech as for dress and  mannerisms. I thumbed through a decade of Life Magazines. I saw  as many movies made during those years as I could. I interviewed a  postmaster, a midwife, several journalists, and a Navy sub commander.  I  spent hours in the Museum of  Radio, the National Postal Museum, the  National Archives, and the Holocaust Museum here in Washington DC.
 
Q: You have a Ph.D. in Victorian literature, and at one point your  narrator calls Iris “a Dorothea Brooke for a snappier fiction,” in  reference to the heroine of George Eliot’s Middlemarch.  Do you see the influence of Victorian fiction in your own work?
A: Yes, very much so. I’ve always loved sinking into the whole worlds  Victorian novels hold --- complete with many characters talking or arguing  the issues of the day.  But Henry James’s complaint lodged against the  nineteenth century novel, that it is a “loose baggy monster,” captures  perfectly the troubles and strengths of the Victorians. Victorian novels  often move laterally --- progressing sideways at a slow walk rather than  hurtling forward. Middlemarch, for example, was giving George  Eliot trouble in the writing, until she realized she could put the two  novels she was working on together and bound them in the frame of a  town, of Middlemarch. The Postmistress, no matter what I did,  kept expanding sideways like this, the three story lines sidling off  from each other, until I found a way to train them together --- using the  radio broadcasts to travel back and forth between the stories and the  places.
Q: Frankie observes at one point, “Every story --- love or war --- is a  story about looking left when we should have been looking right.”  What  does she mean by that? How is it connected to the Greek myth of Theseus?
 
A: Literally, Frankie writes this after the doctor has been killed by a  taxi --- an American’s accident in London --- because he is not looking in the  direction he should be. But it is her ironic realization too by the end  of the novel --- you can’t see what’s coming even when you are looking. She  thought she was bringing the doctor’s letter to Emma, and instead she is  bringing the news of his death. This is her realization when she  responds to Iris’s telling of the story of Theseus. If Theseus had  remembered to change his battle sails, his father would never have died.  For Iris, the myth exemplifies the horror of accident, the necessity  for vigilance. For Frankie, the myth brings home to her that these  accidents, these human mishaps, are the reasons stories get told. They  are the story. That is the pathos and drama of being human.
 
Q: There’s an epigraph from the famous World War II reporter Martha  Gellhorn at the beginning of your book:  “War happens to people, one by  one.  That really is all I have to say, and it seems to me I have been  saying it forever.”  Does that quotation echo your own intention with  this novel?
 
A: Absolutely. I was very much influenced by Martha Gellhorn’s  reporting --- by her mix of outrage and matter-of-factness, and above all  else by her capacity to see each and every person she interviews or puts  into a story, as a human being first.