Robert Bruce, my mom’s dad, sits at the far left of this shot next to Christine, the woman with whom he cheated on my grandmother throughout their short marriage. She became his third wife. I like to think the dinner photos became progressively less grim with each of his 13 marriages. The picture above was taken at Sivils Drive-In (below) . . .
Late last year Mark forbade me to expend any more energy talking about my novel when I need to be working on it. “Whenever you want to bring more people into your process,” he said, “just remember how Fitzgerald always lamented the books he had ‘talked away.’” Often I respond to orders by disobeying them, but Mark and I have . . .
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Saturday at 2 p.m. I’ll break with one of my most cherished traditions — avoiding Book Expo as a slug would a salt mine — to interview Shalom Auslander about Foreskin’s Lament. Though he once walked fourteen miles from Teaneck, New Jersey to Madison Square Garden to attend a Rangers game on the Sabbath, Auslander is pragmatic in email about . . .