I’ve had several emails from people the last couple of days asking about signed books. So for those of you who can’t make it to a reading, if you email me and make arrangements, you can mail your copy to me with the proper return postage/mailer and I’ll get it back to you. Or, you can order a copy from my hometown bookstore and they’ll send you a copy. That’s Book World, 16 Water Street, Chillicothe, OH 45601 (740-772-5732). Make sure you tell them (or email me) what you want me to do as far as signing/inscribing, etc. There also might be a few signed copies left at the Joe-Beths in Cincinnati and Lexington.
Some more people who have made this past week a great experience: Fernando Gomez (check out the friggin’ fantastic banner on the Palahnuik site!), Kilean, Shayne and their buddy at the Lexington reading (cayenne-flavored shine!), Margaret from Massieville who was at the Cincy reading, Stjepan who also drove a damn far piece to get to Cincy, Maryellen Hansburg from Columbus (who keeps me up-to-date!) and Wild Bill Mitchell. Thanks, guys!!!
I saw the review of your book in the March 23, 2008 Sunday New York Times Book Review, bought it on Monday night at Borders on 32nd and 8th Avenue and finished reading it on the train into work this morning.
I enjoyed it much more than the review (which praised your book to the skies) would have lead me to believe. If you’d like, I’ll pdf you a copy of the review, though I’d think the New York Times would be more than happy to allow you to post a link. (My e-mail is cmsdougherty@yahoo.com)
My apologies for intending to send my copy to an old friend who is a poor struggling writer. You deserve every penny you earn and more for your tremendous effort.
I’m fond of Ohio even though I’m from New Jersey. My dad lived in a fancy dancy house in Worthington Hills north of Columbus after relocating to Ohio from New York/New Jersey.
This was his dream come true. He’d been as poor as you can get growing up in NYC and bought endless pairs of golf pants in all different shades to make up for sleeping on the floor in the kitchen all those years as a child. Drank like a fish too in memory of all the beatings he endured from his own father who was sort of a primordial beast person who died on the Bowery.
Me, I gave up drinking when I was 30.
I got to know some of Ohio back in the years 1968-1974 (I’m born in 1/55): listening to the corn grow on summer nights; going to the 1968Ohio State Fair and seeing Johnny Carson, the Bee Gees and the Smothers Brothers; crusing Interstate 70 at 100+ mph at night listening to New York and Chicago radio, hanging out in Athens where my brother went to OU, etc.
I remember those old TV shows you wrote about and some of the other stuff too.
Hope your success is everything you want it to be.
Looking forward to reading your next books.