Margaret Muir
I am a big fan of both Margaret Muir and Linda Collison. Both are marvelous writers – skilled story tellers whose writing about the Age of Sail has both an immediacy and an understated authenticity that draws the reader into their books. (Perhaps not surprisingly, both have sailed as crew on square rigged ships.) If you are not familiar with Muir or Collison check out our review of Muir’s Floating Gold and Collison’s Surgeon’s Mate and Star Crossed.
Linda Collison
Linda Collison recently talked with Margaret Muir about sailing, writing, Tasmania and goats. Reposted from Linda’s blog, Sea of Words, with permission.
A conversation with novelist and Tasmanian historian, Margaret Muir
Throughout our writing lives we’re inspired by other authors. I’ve recently had the pleasure of discovering Tasmanian novelist and historian, Margaret Muir.
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