Anyone Can Love A Perfect Place. Loving

I'm At The Age Most People Are Sending Their Kids Off To College.

We Become Comfortable Saying That There's Nothing New, And Then Something Like Malarky Comes Along, Which Is New And Old And Different And Familiar, But Ultimately Itself, Comfortable In Its Own Skin, Wise And Smart And Crazy-sexy Or Maybe Sexy-crazy-well, You Just Have To Read It To Understand. It's A Novel That Sets Its Own Course, Sure And Steady, Even When It Seems Like It Might Be About To Go Over The Edge Of The World.

It's Very Different To Have This Kid That I'm Truly Responsible For.

Would-be Novelists Need To Bring Equal Parts Arrogance And Ignorance To The Task Before Them. The Arrogance Is Almost Self-explanatory. Walk Into Any Bookstore Or Library, Calculate How Many Lifetimes The Average Person Would Need To Read All The Fiction Contained Therein. To Think That One Has Anything To Contribute, To Any Genre Or Tradition, Takes Genuine Hubris.

There's A Serendipity To Real Life That The Internet Can't Duplicate. Do You Use The Library? For Anything? Well, Sometimes You End Up Picking Up The Book Next To The One You Were Looking For, And It's That Book That Changes Your Life.