The Willamette Week ran a Q&A with me last week, and while it was positive and made the book sound interesting, I was disappointed that it wasn’t actually a review.
I’ve found the lack of public discourse over my book to be disheartening. At least for me, the entire purpose of writing a book is to enter into the cultural conversation, to see what people have to say about the moving hand that has written. You’re prepared for, even eager in some ways, to have your guts ripped out my someone who doesn’t see the world the way you do.
But silence and apathy–it’s a hard pill to swallow.
We’ll see, though, the book’s only been out for 3 weeks. It’s not dead yet.
Out for 3 weeks? Not only is it not yet dead, it has barely learned to walk & talk. (Which is a silly way of saying that I’ve seen books finally reviewed in the NY Times 3 months after its pub date.)
Patrick, David–
Oh, the review was good. And like all things in the publishing world, getting reviews can be slow.
As usual, I’m just being a bit of a freak.
And that’s why we love you, James Bernard Freak. I mean, Frost.