Excuses; also, coming soon: the Secret Agent

It’s always nice, when you’re already late dragging your ass out of bed for work, to discover that service on your subway line is “suspended until further notice due to flooding.” The G train is running again at last, but (after being deadened by the rantings of a crazy preacher lady on the platform) my synapses still aren’t firing properly. Please check back later.

The Secret AgentAnd please stay tuned for the introduction of MaudNewton.com’s anonymous secret agent later this week.

The Secret Agent is an agent with a small, but well-regarded, literary agency in Manhattan. Initially, the Secret Agent will answer my own (boring) questions, but after this week all responses will be to selections from your inquiries about New York City publishing.

No question is off-limits (particularly if the Secret Agent is drunk).


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