Born in Ottawa and raised on Canada’s west coast, Robin Riopelle’s life has been marked by adoption, separation, and reunion. Like many of her characters, she has a muddy past and a foot in (at least) two different worlds. She’s always had interesting work in museums and social service agencies. Some things she has done while collecting a paycheque:
- told people the whereabouts of a long-lost family member,
- go-go danced in front of 700 people,
- traipsed across a wind-whipped hospital rooftop with a nun,
- and lost a frozen beaver head under a parked car.
Robin Riopelle is the author’s birthname. She currently lives on the border between French and English Canada with her criminologist husband, two seemingly delightful children, and an obstreperous spaniel. She is a great supporter of the Oxford comma.
In addition to writing fiction for adults, Riopelle also illustrates children’s books (as Elizabeth Todd Doyle).
SF Signal: Thank-you very much for the interview. We’re very grateful to have this chance to speak with you.
Robin Riopelle: You really deserve a medal for waiting so long for my response—and I ought to be walloped upside the head for dicking about. Vacations have a way for whisking one off to irresponsibility-land. Plus, you told me to “take my time” which is, obviously, the WRONG THING TO SAY TO ME.