Please bear with me. I know I disappeared after September 11th. This has not been proof of post-traumatic stress, or mourning (though we should all mourn) the beginning of the Afghan war, but rather something magical. A book is being born. It is a gift from God knows where, and maybe I mean that literally!, but all I know for sure is that I have to show up for it. I cannot remember a race to the end of a book like this, this kind of excitement. And we are almost there.
Come to the readings on the west coast, if you can, and I will tell you then if you ask.