I Spent Part Of My College Years

Like Most Of The Educated, I Do Harbor A Fondness For The Sins Of My Ignorant Past.

An Urban Novelist Never Minds A Little Decay.

I Spent Part Of My College Years In A Marxist Commune. I Was Not A Marxist. I Wasn't Even Pretending To Be One. I Was A Marxist-in-law.

In December 1998, I Considered Myself An Expert On Love. I Was Almost A Year Into A Relationship, One That Had Grown More Slowly Than I Had Wished, But Once It Flowered It Was Much More Stimulating Than Any Marriage Or Relationship I Had Known.

When A Novel Has 200,000 Words, Then It Is Possible For The Reader To Experience 200,000 Delights, And To Turn Back To The First Page Of The Book And Experience Them All Over Again, Perhaps More Intensely.