Roger Pinckney's latest novel, "Reefer Moon," involves 400 pounds of marijuana, real estate schemers and some scandalous love affairs.
And it's all true -- for the most part.
The Daufuskie author is known as an advocate for the island, striving to preserve its natural environment and culture. And, as he explains, his latest work captures some of the Daufuskie sentiment, as well.
Question. Give me a quick preview of the book.
Answer. I'd say it's an environmental cultural rant artfully disguised as a love story.
Q. The title caught my eye.
A. Well, it's a combination of what things were like on Daufuskie in the early 1980s modernized a bit. Primarily I'm a writer of nonfiction. I've always been of the opinion that you can't make up stuff that's stranger than the truth. Myself, I find that I take nonfiction and arrange it. (In) "Reefer Moon," everything is true, but it's been rearranged and massaged.
Q. How long have you been on Daufuskie?
A. Twelve years.
Q. What keeps you on Daufuskie?
A. The immense amount of personal freedom. The security. We have the best security system in the world in the Calibogue Sound. That shows up in the book, too.
Q. Do you make it off the island much?
A. Not unless I have to. We have people doing extensive gardens here. Between the shrimp boats coming to the docks and the fishermen, the only things we have to leave for are light bulbs, liquor and toilet paper.
Q. What's your next project?
A. I've got another novel written. Maybe out 2010.
Q. How often are you writing?
A. It's a daily thing. The business of writing takes up time, too. Always proposals to write. Lots of other things that take up my time. I'm not too prosperous to hire that out.
Q. Anything else you'd like to add about the book?
A. It's characterized as a love story, whodunit adventure. It slides across a lot of different genres. It's been called somewhat violent and gratuitously erotic.
Q. Sounds like my kind of book.
A. I was encouraged by a friend to write this. She said, "Roger you've been writing all these wring-your-hands-and-weep environmental essays. Why don't you write a trashy book that women would read around the pool?" I wrote some chapters and ran it by her and she said, "Not that trashy."