I Love Comic Books And Always Did

It Turns Out That My Memory Is Just Not That Great, So For Specific Scenes With People Doing Stuff, Sometimes I'd Have The Details All Wrong Or I Couldn't Remember What Happened Exactly, So I Just Let That Be.

Maybe When I'm Sixty-five I'll Talk About My Literary Life.

I Have Worked Really Hard To Defy Categorization, To Break Down A Taxonomy Whenever It Comes My Way.

Major Theme Of The Book ["hotels Of North America"], From My Point Of View: What Is Persona, What Is Self, In The Digital Sphere, And/or What Is The Effect Of It On Self In A Prolonged Interaction.

But That Incessant Drive To Be Out There In The Literary Universe That Was Important To Me When I Was In My Twenties, Like Going To A Paris Review Party Or Whatever, That Seems Totally Irrelevant Now.