My review of Jim Murdoch’s novel Milligan and Murphy is up on the Dactyl Review site. Given that my review is mixed, I must say that Mr. Murdoch is
I just finished the first draft of a review of a well-written but at the same time frustrating pastiche of Samuel Beckett’s Mercier and Camier. You’ll
I just mailed off five free signed copies of Dismantle the Sun to some lucky so-and-sos at librarything.com. Of the five winners, two are residents of
Todd “Legitimate Rape” Akin is thinking of writing a book. Because the Earth’s population includes a high percentage of awful, awful people, I’m sure Akin’s
I haven’t bothered to publicize this, but it is possible to read my novel without spending money. Follow this link and you can read it
Lee Rourke, editor of 3AM, on the pleasure of the ambiguous ending: It’s no surprise that most novels are ruined by their forced “endings”; by our
John Warner, a.k.a. the Biblioracle at the Chicago Tribune, talks about quitting on bad books: I used to be one of those people who refused to
Mitt Romney blames his loss on Obama’s skill at giving out “gifts” to women, the middle class, and minority groups. After all his blather in
Today is the anniversary of the birth of the following people (among others, naturally): Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Auguste Rodin, Charles Manson, and Neil Young. So,