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.
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Good luck with the agent. I hope it works out, and I hope he or she treats you well.
I really wish you would post something.
Henry may be too busy dining with high-powered literary agents at the Four Seasons, smoking cigars, wearing dinner jackets, and plotting a complete takeover of American literature.
As long as he takes me along for the ride, I won't mind it one bit.
Oh my God!! Update already. This is driving me nuts.
I'm here. Posts are formulating. Signed and sent off the contract today.
Well, I guess you know that foreign publishers can be interested ? (depends on your ability to read the contract, right ?)
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