Monthly Archives: February 2006

When I need a new career because people have stopped reading novels — and, alas, someday people really will have chosen podcasts over pulp — I am going to become an animal communicator specializing in interspecies telepathic consultations in person … Continue reading →

It wasn’t enough that James Frey made up sizable parts of his faux memoir, “A Million Little Fibs and a Few Mighty Big Whoppers.” Now we know that young male novelist JT Leroy is not in reality an HIV-positive former … Continue reading →

I have been asked often this week if I see any parallels between the hunting accident at the center of my novel, “Before You Know Kindness,” and the hunting accident involving Dick Cheney and Harry M. Whittington. I don’t. In … Continue reading →

I don’t get nearly beaten up often, but I do sometimes. I should note that I have never actually been beaten up, because I am both fast and — when not fast enough — pathetic. Getting nearly beaten up is … Continue reading →

I am sitting at a Starbuck’s on Manhattan’s Upper East Side in early January, tapping away at my laptop computer. The following is actual overheard dialogue between two middle-aged men. One is wearing the sort of New York Giants team … Continue reading →