As much as I ramp up the suspense in my newest novel, Cézanne’s Ghost, I assure you I’m not using ghosts to scare you. (Did you know half of Americans believe in ghosts, usually of the mean or grumpy kind?) You won’t see filmy gray and white forms of long dead people swishing through my scenes; don’t expect drifting, brooding specters, rattling bones, cold zones, and slamming doors, either. I’m taking a kinder, more intellectual approach to ghosts in this story. Some of our