I'm The Jerry Lewis Of Crime Fiction.

Painful Memories Didn't Just Ease Back In-they Shoved The Door Open Hard, All Of Them And All At Once

What I Want To Do Is Tell Stories About Normal People In The American Suburbs. I Don't Write The Book Where It's A Conspiracy Reaching The Prime Minister; I Don't Write The Book With The Big Serial Killer Who Lops Off Heads. My Setting Is A Very Placid Pool Of Suburbia, Family Life. And Within That I Can Make Pretty Big Splashes.

I Would Rather Raise Certain Topics And Maybe Let You Ruminate On Them. I'm Not Big On Answering Them.

Im 48 Years Old, Not A Kid Anymore By Any Definition, But Here Is A Universal Truth That Every Adult At Some Point Will Realize: We Are All Always 17 Years Old, Waiting For Our Lives To Begin.

Let Me Back Up A Little And Tell You Why I Prefer Writing To Real Life: You Can Rewrite. A Novel, For Example, Can Be Cleaned Up, Altered, Trimmed, Improved. Life, On The Other Hand, Is One Big Messy Rough Draft.