Charles Baxter, novelist, University of Minnesota writing professor and longtime Midwesterner, sets his new novel, "The Soul Thief," in Buffalo, N.Y. ("the old, industrial America where things were made") and Los Angeles ("the new America where images are manufactured"). The novel -- a taut psychological thriller -- explores celebrity culture, shadow figures, identity and souls. We caught up with Baxter by phone last week while he was attending the Association of Writers & Writing Programs annual conference in New York City.
Q Why did you call this "Soul Thief" instead of "Identity Thief"?
A An identity thief is an actor who impersonates somebody else. The soul is what we are to ourselves -- it's much more private. To steal that is to steal something that's almost beyond language: the things that you love, the things that are most precious to you. So that's why I called it that; I wanted to raise the stakes.
Q Do you think it's possible to safeguard a soul?
A To the degree that privacy -- that strange word -- and the inner life are still viable, it is. To some degree these matters really are up for grabs. [With] Facebook and MySpace ... people are putting themselves out there. Someone may well come along and take what's yours.
Q One of your narrators is a story vampire -- he subsists on other people's autobiographies, their personal details. Do you think we give away too much of ourselves to TV, radio, magazines, websites and talk shows?
A I hate to sound like a Puritan, but I do. I think when you believe that everything is a marketplace and the whole point is to go public, not just the corporation but the self, you're putting yourself up for sale. Why on earth would someone go onto an afternoon talk show with their marital problems, just for starters? Why would anyone do that? I don't get that. I never have. I mean I know cognitively why people do it. In a very real way, there is something in our culture that wants to take what is most intimate to you, most precious, and publicize it.
Q You had the experience of someone impersonating you in California years ago, someone who stole your name and was giving readings in your name. Did that experience partly inspire you to write this novel?