Whenever I correspond or tweet with writer Anthony Neil Smith, I feel like I need to man up. I find myself peppering my communications with words like “damn” and “Dude!” and “ammo.” I also start craving good scotch, neat, and wonder if I’d be good at smoking unfiltered Camels. Smith’s five novels and ubiquitous short …Read More

Today I did something I hadn’t done in a long time: I finished reading a novel that I had begun reading just twenty-four hours earlier. It wasn’t a friend’s novel, it wasn’t a novel that I have to read for an awards panel, it wasn’t a book I was reading for research. There are piles …Read More