One only has to combine that fact with the increasingly abusive power of the press to start imagining the possibilities. I imagined a woman being falsely accused of involvement in an illicit sexual affair. I imagined what might happen to her life, one domino after another falling. I added layers of family frustration to her situation, and a man who represents everything she has come to distrust. I imagined the various ways in which she might rectify the situation.
Life does imitate art, it seems.