Ghostwriter Diaries – On Pseudonyms

The novel I ghostwrote earlier this year will be published soon, under pseudonym. Today I learned what that pseudonym is to be. It’s a strange feeling, acquainting yourself with someone who doesn’t exist … yet who is in many respects your own self. Like looking into a mirror and seeing a stranger staring back.

The pseudonym is anonymous, so if you pick up the book you won’t know it’s me behind the curtain. That’s okay. I didn’t write the thing alone – I was just the blunt instrument wielded by...