on the road

this is a restatement of a post i made five minutes ago and think i erased, so if i didn’t, i apologize for the redundancy.

anyway… it’s wednesday and i’m on the first leg of my tour for THE WAKE UP. san francisco and a strange hotel keyboard so there may be some typos.

EGO ON A HOT TIN ROOF

official pub date was august 3, so for the last week my sphincter has been clenched thinking about reviews. this is my seventh book, so i don’t expect insight from reviewers, just something excerptable for the paperback blurb. (kevin w, you know what i mean) so far so good. kirkus, who usually says i’m a good writer before the dreaded “however…”, give the book a rare unqualified rave. PW compares the book to a combination of ludlam and patricia highsmith (she is sooooooooooo fine), but then slips in the “however…” a rare treat last sunday. oline cogdill at the sun-sentinal and carlo wolff at the chicago sun-times give the book glowing reviews, but do so in a manner that makes me realize they get the book, and get what i am attempting to do in my work. a good review is great, a good reviewer is rarer and much more precious.

Bringing me down to earth is no promised review in either the ny times or entertainment weekly. my publicist had called last week to say, you’re in. but… i’m not, turns out its not THE WAKE UP they’re reviewing but WAKE UP, SIR! gee, how nice for that other author.