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We woke Christmas day in a downtown hotel in the city of my birth: me, the husband, and the dog. … [Read more...] about Elevator Dog: A Metaphor

On March 5 in the Year of the Pig, exactly one month to the day of the Lunar New Year, my novel will be published. And believe it or not, in the Chinese Zodiac, the pig is my sign! Surely this must be auspicious? … [Read more...] about Lucky-Lucky, Tiger and Pig

Mark your calendars, dear readers and would-be readers. … [Read more...] about Book Tour!

On an overcast day in the Dolomites, you can forget how high the mountains go. That is, until the clouds snag and tear on their rocky flanks, the peaks poke their heads above the smoke-white mist, and another mountain’s worth of mountain emerges on top of the mountain that already was. … [Read more...] about Rock of Ages

Leaving harbour, the only hint we have of what’s to come is the horizon, which is jagged, as if torn. Arnaud, our skipper, is French from France. Thirty-something and blonde with a sailor’s trim beard, he uses coconut oil to slick his hair into a man-bun and manages, somehow, to pull this off. … [Read more...] about Dangers, At Sea

We went to Andalusia at the wrong time of year and for that we were punished.Punished with a heat so violent, so searing, there was nothing we could do but drink cold, skunky beer by the litre, and between beers, nap. Between beers and naps, I had to summon the stamina and coolheadedness to finish the final revisions on my book. All the broad sweeps suggested by my editor had been tinkered with, the new bits written and rewritten, my rethinks, … [Read more...] about The Ronda Writers Club