I'm too young for World War II, too white and well off to join the native street life, and I've never stepped on the back of an Iditarod dog sled, either coming or going. Never lived in a native village in the bush of Alaska or walked ninety miles through the wilderness.
But I know about them.
When my novel required me to be able to present the difficulties, dangers, and human frustrations of the protagonist who did know these things I had to find out...
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