I googled myself for the first time in about two years and discovered this interview I did with Steve Adubato in 2012. Why didn’t anyone tell me how unflattering my shirt was?
The South China Morning Post asked me to be a guest columnist in their Spring 2013 issue of Encounters. Here’s what I came up with.
Huh. Apparently I can’t embed the video. But here’s a link to my recent appearance on C-SPAN’s Book TV. Why didn’t anybody tell me to comb my hair?
The Washington Post has reviewed Man of War. Read it here.
My hometown paper, the Lancaster Sunday News, wrote a lovely profile of me and Man of War. Check it here.
No, I’m not going to drunkenly read my book, Man of War, at Los Angeles pubs. It means that today’s the day it’s published!
I’ll be reading at the Burbank Library’s Buena Vista branch on May 30th. Fun starts at 7:00 pm. Man of War will be available for sale. For more information click here. Huzzah.
I had a great time this past Saturday at the LA Times Festival of Books. The day started off early at Vroman’s Bookstore where Ashley Ream, author of Losing Clementine, and I supplied the “In-Transit Entertainment” on one of the buses the store had chartered to the festival. Ashley is a delight and looks pretty darn adorable in a beret.
After I arrived (with wife and mom in tow), I signed some books for Vroman’s behind their tent. Sorry about giving you the finger in this photo. It was completely unintentional.
Here I am transporting a stack of Man of Wars from overstock shelving to the table where I’d later sign them. But I wasn’t just moving paper. I was trying to give customers the impression that the book is so good they have to buy ten copies. Also note my massive biceps. Lifting hardcover books is a great way to save on those ridiculous gym membership fees.
Interesting placement for MOW. One friend observed that I was in a “Hitchens sandwich.” Another
friend former friend commented that Hitchens’ books look a lot wordier than mine. Likely because I don’t know more than seven polysyllabic words.
Later that day I returned to Pasadena and saw this quote by some guy named Benjamin Franklin. I liked it so much I took a photograph of it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.