I would never deny that A New History of Love is timeless, but I am suprised to find it prophetic.
How? The ‘Oxford Language Teaching Archive’, which I made up to suit the plot (you can read about it in chapter 1) is now a reality. So even if the archive doesn’t contain anything relating to De Scudery (too much to hope for I think) it’s thanks to Oxford University for shoring up the authenticity of my premise – and to Adrian Tinniswood for posting the link on the ever wonderful (did I say that?) Twitter.
What ’s more disturbing is that rereading the opening of the novel reminded me that it’s set in 2000. And that’s ten years ago.
Getting hard to call it contemporary fiction?
