top of page

Harris Thompson

Home Page Photo upscale.jpg

The inspiration for his debut novel came seventeen years ago. While hiking a sacred mountain in Greece, Harris was struck by the clash between an American woman, micromanaging a spiritual quest, and her free-spirited guide. He has been imagining his version of their story ever since. To research this novel, he has made over thirty trips to Greece, becoming not only fluent in the language, but well-acquainted with the culture.

A retired English teacher, Harris lives in Western Massachusetts with his wife and their Aussiedoodle. Harris is an active member of Grub Street. He sits on the board of the Cape Cod Writers Center, where he hosts interviews for Books and the World, a cable TV and YouTube program. 

Chasing_Light.jpg

DEBUT NOVEL

CHASING LIGHT: A Woman’s Awakening in Greece     

by HARRIS THOMPSON                         

 

Could the architect of your abandonment issues be the muse who sets you free?

 

Alison Parker, a forty-year-old psychotherapist, is scarred by the relationship with her dead renegade mother. Unmoored by her ex-husband’s affair, and the suspicious circumstances around Lulu’s death, Alison goes to scatter Lulu's ashes on the Greek island that jolted her out of a forty-year rut. The problem is she refused to name the island.

excerpts

'There was no escape from mothers, she thought,
tossing a euro in his basket. Like the Acropolis, they were always looming. The unshakeable foundation. The fortress you cannot scale. The ruins you can never adequately reconstruct.'

Middle Eastern bazaar

GALLERY
Settings in Chasing Light

ATHENS:

The novel is set prior to the financial collapse when Athens was still teeming with the energy of a Middle Eastern bazaar

excerpts

Alison blew over her cup, then tentatively sipped the foam. “It’s like hot cocoa.”
“Savor it while you can.” Nikos’ voice turned serious. “Greek coffee is a lot like love. There’s a moment when everything is perfect—the temperature, the strength, the sweetness—then, in a matter of minutes—” He glanced at an ornate picture frame lying face down on the desk. “It turns to cold mud.”
            “Tell me about it,” Alison muttered.

Interviews.JPG

INTERVIEWS

bottom of page