I Grew Up In Seattle, But I

Fiction Is Socially Meaningful.

Cities Produce In Me Melancholy Or A Tension I Don't Need.

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.

What Sustains Me Is To Be With My Family And To Write.

When It Comes Time To Sit Down And Write The Next Book, You're Deathly Afraid That You're Not Up To The Task. That Was Certainly The Case With Me After Snow Falling On Cedars.