![]() ![]() Harris, 78, repeats this idea, or a variation of it, nearly every time I ask him about the origins of a plot point or a character, and it occurs to me that his answer is scarier than anything I could have anticipated. You don’t have to make anything up in this world.” ![]() ![]() “I don’t think I’ve ever made up anything,” he tells me as we drive across Miami’s 79th Street Causeway, which takes us past a small island called Bird Key where a climactic scene in his new novel, “Cari Mora,” takes place. So it’s somewhat unnerving to hear Harris insist that he doesn’t invent anything. His infamous serial killer, Hannibal Lecter, devours his victims’ organs after delicately preparing them, and once ate a man alive, serving slices of his brain with truffles and caper berries. MIAMI - Thomas Harris, the creator of one of literature’s most terrifying monsters, arguably has one of the darkest imaginations of any writer working today. ![]()
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