Never Trust a Narrator

They’ve always got an agenda, they never tell the whole story. Especially when, say . . . they’re talking about mannequins . . .

Paul and Me at The Strand

A bookstore whose aisles I’ve only ever walked. Well, guess I’ve visited the register pretty extensively as well. Think I still got some Strand shirts in my closet from the last swing through NYC. This time, it’s with Paul, and it’s virtual:

Book-grab!

Win signed copies — basket of books for the taking:

Elky Video Review!

Thank you, Native Lady Warrior: Which (above) is the spoiler-FREE review. Below, the spoilery one: An honor. You bet I subscribed.

Boulder Bookstore Event

Which? I’m one of like maybe TWO writers with books out now that are getting to DO an actual in-store event. But, as stara-agent Sara Megibow says, it was safe: The podcast-version of it should be available before too long. Until then, a few more snapshots:

SST Special Edition of The Only Good Indians!

Over at Kendall Reviews (this tweet leads to a discount code…). Clock that beautiful cover, and imagine all the illustrations throughout this oversize wonder of an edition:

Little Bit of Wackiness

for your drive home on a Friday afternoon (for when you’re not in motion…). but, seriously, this is just a blip, a temporary thing: Native Lit actually needs variety / doesn’t need one person ‘speaking for all’ or ‘perched at the top’ or any of that ridiculousness. or? if it has to be one of

The flip/flop

Or . . . doesn’t Pynchon call it the ‘yo-yo’ in V., maybe? The Only Good Indians, first being one thing, then another—both of which I like. I mean, it’s kind of a werewolf, yes? Shine the right light on it, it becomes #1 in horror. Under a different light, it’s #1 in Native lit.

PEN Center for Fiction

Talking with Victor LaValle: this was my whole plan with this book. If I could just somehow maneuver everything such that he and I could have an excellent conversation, then . . . what else could I ask for, right?

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