I have a twin sister. As many of you know, our relationship is strange. I always thought I would write a novel about twin sisters, one from the perspective of one sister and then tuuurn the book over, and it’s the same story told from the other sister’s point of view.
Someone has done this. It’s Lori Lansen’s The Girls, and the only real difference between the book that I wanted to write and never got around to writing it and hers is that her twins are conjoined at the head, and that she intersperses the viewpoints of her two narrators linearly, using different fonts.
It’s excellent. I’m glad she wrote the book, so now I don’t have to. She really gets the whole twin thing, the being the same, yet different. The loving each other but totally resenting it. My own sister, you may have noticed, doesn’t like to hang out with me. And sure, I’m, like, a total boring loser, but still. Why does she act so ashamed of me?
And yet, I know that if I really need her, she’ll be there.
On second thought, no I don’t. She may just let me die. See? Complicated.