It was a cold, miserable February day when my girlfriend, a mother of 5 and a full time surgical nurse walked into my house and stated, as a matter of fact, that life could not continue until I put on my coat and proceed with her to Barnes and Noble to buy a book.
Because I wanted life to continue, I obeyed, and one hour later, was the proud owner of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I read it within a week, but declared that life did not change in anyway. This upset my girlfriend tremendously. We critiqued the book for a while, but after an hour of this, she was done with the discussion with a very severe: “You think you can do any better? YOU SHOULD GO WRITE A BOOK. GO ON!”
So I wrote the five books about Veronica.
She read two of them.
That was the fun part. Because my main desire was not to be published, I didn’t need to appease any particular audience. I wrote about people I knew… all of whom were flawed, but nevertheless interesting, loyal and fun. It is remarkable how everyone wanted to comment on the mass marketing. I heard critique like: “you should take out all of the Russian out of the book”; “you shouldn’t discuss the legal jargon”; “you shouldn’t make the character too much like yourself” and “you are too graphic with the sex scenes, they are too masculine. Women prefer more foreplay.”
But for every critic, there was praise and demand for more writing. I’d get stopped in a hall and asked when the next book is coming out, and would I mind sending just a few chapters… I had people cease talking to me because of what happened in the plot. I had friends demanding that Veronica needed to end up with one of the love interests. That’s the incredible part. The part where people who don’t know me love the characters so much that they get emotionally involved with them. When the tears are genuine and heartfelt.
Layers of Veronica is a compilation of things I that I find interesting… unique family dynamics, food culture, travels I’ve encountered and different personas of individuals. The key though is that it is all relevant. It isn’t just the education, or the job, or grandma’s teaching you to make cupcakes. Nor are you defined by the bad marriage, the poor childhood or the slow metabolism. Everyone has so many more attributes that need to be celebrated.
But she nevertheless survived, and seems to be doing OK. She practices Law read lore) in Brooklyn, New York (read Nu Yawk). She was born in the former Soviet Union, and emigrated in 1979. She is happily married to the same crazy Italian she’s been with since college, who suffers from a severe addition to travel (still in acute form). Together they are doing a somewhat passable job with their three precious darlings (who are now teenagers, thus elaboration is not necessary).
Which is why Emilia writes about Veronica. Veronica, though… is interesting. And Emilia knows interesting.
So she weaved the tale about the interesting characters, places and events from her own life. It is remarkable how if you choose to view a subject objectively, it becomes downright artistically gorgeous. So Emilia views and shows Brooklyn Russians as gorgeous, and the Barese intricacies as gorgeous, and she even tolerates Paris, Singapore, Vietnam and Malaysia for the reader’s interests.
Thank you, dear reader, for tolerating these scenes….
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Her first book in the Layers of Veronica series is Napoleon.
Visit Emilia Rutigliano’s website at www.layersofveronica.com.
So that’s what inspired Layers of Veronica… all those things. And I chose to bring it all together. Which is why we have stories about picking out lice, of dining in Chateaus, of covering up murders, of trying cases and of prepping your body for orgies. It’s all in one lifetime… Welcome to Veronica’s world.