I Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good,

Steve Yarbrough's Safe From The Neighbors Will Take Your Breath Away. Ambitious, Funny, Sad, Smart, And Beautifully Crafted, It's Everything A Novel Should Be.

My Books Are Elegiac In The Sense That They're Odes To A Nation That Even I Sometimes Think May Not Exist Anymore Except In My Memory And My Imagination.

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

You Can't Possibly Judge Your Ability To Control Something Until You've Experienced The Extremes Of Its Capabilities. Do You Understand?

When I Look Back Over My Novels What I Find Is That When I Think I'm Finished With A Theme, I'm Generally Not. And Usually Themes Will Recur From Novel To Novel In Odd, New Guises.