Saw my favorite author tonight.
He talked about there being something profound about Canada that he experienced driving there for a flu shot the day Bush was reelected. Also, his wife of 40 years listens to him read every novel aloud, and tells him what doesn’t work. “She wants to tell me what’s wrong with it before Michiko Kakutani gets the chance.”
I told him I loved Mike Mahoney, a Tibetan, Buddhist, Republican, real estate agent living in New Jersey from his previous novel. He nodded knowingly.