I have neglected visitors to this site, failing the promised essay time after time. And though it doesn’t mitigate my guilt, I offer an explanation that I have been, this past year, hunched assiduously over my keyboard finishing Goodnight, Mr. Wodehouse, my eighth novel.
The happy result is that Milkweed Editions is buying the manuscript. Publication date to be announced.
Thank you for your patience, Gentle Reader.