Okay, now get this: I'm reading Henry Baum's book, North of Sunset, about one third into it. And so far, I am mightily impressed. Impressed in the Biblical, apocalyptic sense of the word 'impressed.' Comparisons with Raymond Chandler keep arriving in my synapses, on their own, like they're just in from the 24 Elders, the Zoe, the Living Beasts, of Revelation. This is one glistening read, the kind that just oozes and drips noir.
It incorporates both my fear of the apocalypse with the love of being liked.
In other news, Prisoner of X (my review here) has some readings coming up in Portland and Seattle:
Powells in Portland, Oregon, on Thursday, August 10 at 7:30 p.m. The address is 1005 West Burnside.
And then on Saturday, August 12 at 4:30 p.m. the whole thing happens again in Seattle, Washington, at Elliott Bay Books. Address? 101 South Main Street.