When I wrote But This Is Different, I was not unaware of the possibility that wreckage might someday be discovered. Did I worry about that while creating my novel? No. What I did try to do, though, was create a story capable of folding into history without disturbing it.
History could hardly claim that either Earhart or Mead was without voice. The story's irony is that with public voices heard even now throughout the world, their private voices were as silent as those of any couple loving the love that even now struggles for a name.