Today there was an earthquake; it was small, but you probably felt it.
Then Kindle published the second edition of my third novel, The Plasma of Terror, first published in 2005 by St. Genevieve Press.
I don't like peddling much at all. But you can have it for the price of a cappuccino. I just think you should know that.
After all, I once saved the City of LA a billion dollars. If you pay property tax here, you should know that too.
And if you're involved in LA politics, I would indeed be deeply touched if you bought me a cappuccino sometime. Or even, if you're feeling extravagant, some onion rings, but that's another request.
You are probably wondering at this point how writers make money. The truth is that--we don't. We get on and keep you reading as best we can, and we know that the second we say, "Uh, about the running meter..." you're out of here. So we give everything away.
But here's your once-a-year chance to be different: simply go to this page and order this book of mine.
What about this book? You don't remember? Well, here's the story.
In summer 2001 I set out to write a satirical novel about reality television—which I hated.
Of course, nearing that summer’s end, a day came to our American experience that was more awful than anything that had ever happened in the course of what we knew of American experience before.
I processed the events over the course of the next few weeks, as almost all other Americans did. But also, dejectedly, a hundred pages into this novel, I gave up my satirical notion entirely. After all, I was writing a comic novel, laden with satire, and America was laden with tragedy and gravitas.
A few weeks later, I spoke to a loose acquaintance of mine and confessed that I was disappointed to not be writing my novel anymore. This was but one of many selfish responses I had to the events of September 11, 2001, but it was the first one I confessed to publicly.
My acquaintance said to me:
“Just write it anyway. Write 9/11 right into it. Look, it’s just television. We should make things up about it. It makes things up about us all the time. If 9/11 hasn’t proven that, nothing will.”
This book is the result of that sage counsel to my selfish moan. And since the first edition, I edited not a lot, but not a little.
I know, because you are a political desperado as I am, you're too busy to actually read the thing; and from talking to you, I know you're too busy to read anything at all. But should you buy me a cappuccino, all is good; and if you don't, all is good too.
Anyway, as we approach the tenth anniversary of 9/11, you might like to contemplate how the politicizing of the event changed things in America for the subsequent decade.
And you may like to contemplate the wisdom of Norman Mailer, who said that it takes a decade to contemplate a national event of historic importance.
And if you really know me, you know I prefer macchiatos in person anyway.