Looking back on Festival America and Dans la Cage…



It has been a busy few months, but I’ve been meaning to do write something about my time at Festival America, where I was invited this past fall in conjunction with the French publication of Dans la Cage, by the mighty Editions Albin Michel. It’s been some time since the fest, but I’m finally getting down to it now. Anyways, it was truly one of the highlights of my writing life so far, and I don’t think you can fully grasp the enthusiasm of the French literary crowd until you experience it all firsthand.



The above shot is from where I was sat during the official opening of the event, where the introduced all of the visiting authors at once to the attendees that were in town early for the fest. Just to give you a quick idea about the calibre of writers at the fest, the backs of those peoples’ heads in the foreground belong to Nathan Hill, Michael Chabon, and Lauren Groff. That is John Irving (guest of honour to the fest) to the furthest right of the incredible artist and journalist Julian Brave Noisecat, who began the event with a ceremonial drum song. And, as far as Canadian fancy authors go, I was sitting beside David Chariandy and behind Heather O’Neill.

Just before this we’d been down to a media call where they took photos of all the authors and we got to mill about in the main festival building and talk to each other like we’re not all weirdos. There I talked to Lauren Groff, Jacqueline Woodson, Christian Kiefer, some of the Canadian folks I knew a little and mentioned before, and I’d walked Guy Vanderhague and his wife over to the place as we were at the same hotel inn, and were both trying to figure out where the hell we were going. Of course, the most hilarious thing is always when John Irving, who I’ve known since he moved to Toronto, comes up and gives me his old-man-strength wrestler vice-grip bro hug and then the least known author in whatever fancy thing (me), gets to introduce Irving to whichever famous author is baffled about the whole thing. But yeah, it was a nice way to kick things off, and everyone I got to meet was very kind and not at all assholeish.



Over the course of the weekend, I did a book club event and five panels in two days (other than the opening and closing type deals and other little meetings), which is a lot compared to most festivals. But not a one of those events turned out bad. I learned a bunch about how everything was presented from acclaimed fiction writer, Dan Chaon, who I met in Paris with my publisher and editor Francis Geffard (who also founded the fest), Carol Menville, also my editor and general guide when I had no idea what I was doing in Vincennes, and some of the other staff at Albin Michel. We had a lunch in Paris to get all the Albin Michel authors together, including Dan, Christian Kiefer, and Guy Vanderhague. Colson Whitehead, Claire Vaye Watkins, and John Vigna were the other Albin Michel authors there, but I didn’t meet them until the actual fest.

In any case, Dan Chaon is huge in France, and has been to the fest a number of times, so he told us all about the format and what to expect. On a panel, the questions get asked in French, and each author is with a translator, who, in real-time, whispers the translation into your ear. Then you answer in English, and, as I learned because of my excellent translators telling me to not just reel off and endless string of ravings, you give them a few lines and let them translate and then you give little more, and rinse and repeat. It worked far better than I imagined, though I was lucky to have fantastic translators throughout the fest. It was also a very good lesson in being concise and measured, for a rambling dink like me especially, because you knew they had to translate, and you knew the format means you’re taking time from other authors if you don’t allow space for them to get their answers in. So, that actually helped me in that regard.



The first thing on my schedule when the fest actually took off was a meeting with the Picabo River Book Club, who were responsible for the earliest postings on social media about Dans la Cage before it was officially out in France. I was getting tagged on instagram and whatnot by French readers in that club who had the book long before I ever laid my filthy hands on it, and, no matter what they thought (mixed), that organic level of getting through to readers, with no ability for an author to hustle in their country, is pretty impressive compared to how it happens over here in Canada.

I knew going into that book club brunch that they were mainly there to see the previously mentioned literary force that is Dan Chaon, and I was happy to tag along and meet readers willing to give my novel a go. As I always try to do, I answered as honestly as I could about the things those who’d read the novel liked, and especially about those things they didn’t like, and all the whys of why I did the things they didn’t like.

All in all, I got a few more readers who hadn’t thought the book would speak to them, which is something I’ve always understood since In the Cage was published in Canada a couple years back now. As you can see by the above photos, borrowed from Eva of the Picabo River Book Club (thanks, Eva), nobody wanted to punch me by the end of the brunch. Which I always consider a win…

For this event, I give another of many thanks in this post to Carol, from Albin Michel, who chaperoned us to the brunch and to Dan’s book translator who came down to mediate for us where necessary (as usual, most of the French readers I met spoke better English than I do, which is a good measure of how I am at speaking French).

Of course, if you are smart and cultured like, say, Heather O’Neill, you might be able to speak French and don’t need a translator at all. But I’m no Heather O’Neill…



To follow that, the above is a bit of a blurry shot from the crowd for panel I did with Heather and David Chariandy, about writing stories about poor people in the underclass. This was the first actual panel I did at the fest (I did a book club event with Dan Chaon in the morning), and a really good one. I’ve done a similar one a couple years back at Vancouver Writer’s Fest, with David and the American poet Matthew Dickman, and Francis Geffard knew about that and wanted us to do something like it, discussing class and poverty and those kinds of concerns from writers who know about it intimately, and who write about it consistently. I did suggest to him we were missing a female perspective from the VWF panel, and Heather O’Neill would be great given what she writes, and what I’ve read in her non-fiction and articles about it. They were really receptive to ideas like that at the fest, and actually gave us the perfect panel for this. And I think we all pulled it off and the audience really connected with what we were saying.



The next event I had was a panel with American writer Ivy Pochoda and Mexican author Aura Xilonen, about writing physicality and how the body is involved in our work. That fellow on the right was my translator for the event, and he was giving translations of both French and Spanish during, which is better than I’ll ever be able to do. I was truly impressed by how they managed to pull that off throughout the whole fest, and how well it worked.

I ended up, as I do often on panels, talking about what I’d learned training Muay Thai and boxing over the years, and how I deeply respected the physicality and, more importantly, the mental toughness of fighters and professional athletes. And, about how I always tried to make a distinction between the fighting and training within combat sports, which I do not consider violence, and the actual physical violence that occurs during the scenes involving criminal violence and other such mayhem during In the CageI had some great exchanges with Ivy, who was a professional squash player for many years, about some of these elements and how much more there is to explore than most readers see on the surface.



The last panel of the day was a key festival event, which I’d snuck into by being pals with John Irving, a fellow who has generously supported my work for a few years now. John was guest of honour at the festival, and there was a new publication and celebration for the 40th anniversary of The World According to Garp that was tied into the weekend. This panel also featured very-acclaimed American author, Nathan Hill, who wrote a juggernaut of a book in The Nix, and who John had also crossed paths with and supported (when you read Hill’s writing, that support makes far more sense than with mine).

Hill’s novel is incredible, and I’d recommend it to any Irving fans, or anyone who doesn’t suck in general at liking good literature. It was the first time I’d met him, and we had a funny bonding moment where we both had to make a joint decision not to go on stage until John arrived. He’d been stuck in traffic with festival people, and the event was running late, so they were trying to get us up there without him and then bring him on after, but it didn’t seem right, given that he was the author they were there to see, and nobody was going to walk out on it after twenty minutes. So, me and Nathan said to each other we wouldn’t go up and that was that. It was a good move, as Irving likely would’ve double-legged someone if he’d got there and we were already yammering, and it would’ve disrupted the flow of what was a very good event after all.



That auditorium was full other than a few seats, and went quite a-ways further up than it shows in the photo above. About a thousand people in all, which is not the usual size of my crowds to say the very least. The conversation started lightheartedly, with mostly just talk about how we’d all met (we had both done events with John, which takes some pressure off), how we valued mentors, and lucky things that helped us get our books out.

The moderator, journalist Clementine Goldszal, did an excellent job of not just lobbing us softballs, and she asked a number of questions about masculinity in our books and privilege, and how we felt about those things. But, she had three pretty honest privileged white dudes up there who had no problem acknowledging that we believed all of those things are a factor, and that you have a choice to make. For my part, I talked about how, being the one writer up there from a working-poor background, that you can decide between considering your own hardships and having the empathy to think about how much worse it could be, for those with less. Or you can other people and decide your plight is all that matters.  John, as he has before, neatly tied in the fact that, despite all of the musings on autobiographical content in his writing, he always writes about what he fears most will happen, and not what did. And, that all of our novels are about lives far harder, and more difficult than our own.

We ended with some serious comments about the way things are going in the world at the moment, trying to bring some of our North-American perspectives to the table for a European audience that is often confused by happenings in the US, and, as almost everyone is, flat-out baffled by anything that might be happening in Canada. I may have dropped a single emo tear talking about art as resistance and how it matters as much during times like these as ever. I felt like a bit of a clown, but the audience gave a standing ovation for it, and that did not help. Still, I was being honest and trying to say something that wasn’t canned, so I think it was alright.



Between events we did have some set times to sit at the Albin Michel book table and sign. I always expect to eat shit at these while famous authors sign away, but I magically signed a pile of books for readers, and just being at that table certainly helped. In the first photo I put up for this post, you can see me up there with Dan Chaon, the magnificent Christian Kiefer, and Colson Whitehead, and I was also sat with Claire Vaye Watkins a lot during signings, so it definitely raised my boat to be with those names. I went to dinner with Irving and Nathan Hill after the event we had, so I missed a signing time then, but I’m told there was a run on the book afterward, and I did notice a direct increase in signing after events. So, that was a little more than encouraging. I also was a staff pick at the Shakespeare & Co. stall in the signing tent, and they sold out of both of my books in English. I didn’t figure on that.

I had two events that next day, in the same room, and both with some overlapping content. The first was about sinners and redemption, and the second about how certain characters are punished for their deeds. I shared both panels with Michael Farris Smith, novelist out of Mississippi and one of my favourite writers I discovered at the fest (as far as actual books go), and the first had a young dude named Baird Harper, who I liked very much. That second panel with me, Smith, and the aforementioned Dan Chaon, who I spent a good deal of time with over those days, entailed a lot of talk illuminating French readers on some of the various inconsistencies in “justice” in the US in Canada, and about the slippery nature of who gets punished, and for what. Props to Dan, especially, who did a great job keeping Francis Geffard, our fair moderator, festival founder, and my editor at Albin Michel, on his toes about historically problematic issues with Europe’s record of crime and punishment. They were both panels that suited our work well, and were curated carefully by the folks at Festival America.



We had a night of closing ceremonies, which take place in a magical city hall that is much like a palace, but where the wine and food is on lock until all of the many speeches are over. Which is a dangerous plan in a room full of writers, but is a nice gesture to the people who put the fest together and the city of Vincennes, which is taken over by the fest for days on end. Afterward, as with most nights, you end up with a bunch of writers at a random old hotel bar, drinking outside the place and talking with other guests and people involved in the festival.

On that last night, we ended up closing the place and then going to Librarie Millepages, the local bookstore (also founded by Francis Geffard), and drinking all our leftover comp champagnes, which warmed up all week in our rooms and I rounded up in a stopover at our little hotel on the way over to the bookstore. That was a great sendoff, thanks to the Millepages staff for inviting us over, and to Albin Michel editor Carol Menville, who hung out with us into the small hours of the morning and made sure they didn’t lose any visiting authors on the last day of the fest.



I’m still getting around to going through the fourteen-thousand photos I took during the trip to France, with the festival sandwiched between days in Paris. But it was long overdue that I put something up and give an account of the experience for those interested, and for any lucky authors, fancy or not, multinational or indie, who get their work translated and have a chance to attend festivals like this overseas. I can’t think up enough thanks for Francis Geffard, Carol Menville, my translator Janique Jouin de Laurens, the staff and volunteers at Editions Albin Michel and at Festival America, and all of the readers and attendees who showed up and made it feel like people still really do give a shit about writing, in big numbers too.

That’s especially encouraging given the kind of writing I’m doing, and many other likeminded authors there, I shit you not…

So, I’ll leave it there. I’ve not heard the pub date for sure, but Editions Albin Michel also acquired the rights to Debris, with the idea of publishing it after In the Cage, which makes plenty of sense. Still, a number of authors were there with collections and doing well, so I hope I built up enough of a readership, and a good enough start, to have people interested in that short fiction collection. Perhaps it’ll be more suited to some of the readers who just couldn’t get around the MMA ingredients in the novel, or those who want more variety of poor-ass Ontario redneck stories. There is definitely some of that in the collection.

And, hopefully it lines up that I get to follow Debris over to the festival again in 2020. I tried to bring my best to Vincennes and break as little stuff as I could around town so as to stay in their good graces. That would be peepantsworthy news if it turns out.

Take care, all. More posts are going to be coming to catch up on what other news I’ve got for writing and other projects. So, don’t quit my shitty wordpress yet. I’m on it.

Hardcastle


Some French reviews of Dans la Cage



I’ve been catching up on some of these after a busy labour day weekend, but there are a few good reviews of Dans la Cage, just published, as I mentioned in the last post, by the mighty Editions Albin Michel. There are also some bad reader reviews I’ve seen on social media, but I am not posting all of those too because this is my crappy wordpress and I do whatever I want on it and everything will be fine…

The first one, and the one that I’ve found from a regular publication, is from Page des libraries, “a literary magazine created by Sidney Habib in the late 1980s to deal with the advent of cultural superstores… distributed free of charge in participating bookstores and sold by subscription.” (from wiki). In that one, according to google translate, they said the following:

“Blood and blows: this first black, bitter and sometimes sensual novel by Canadian Kevin Hardcastle offers us two magnificent portraits: one of a man who knows he is lost but continues to fight until the end; the other of his wife who tries to save him. Magistral.”

Read the full review here, and my thanks to Madeline Roth of Librarie L’Eau vive, Avignon for the kinds words.



Here you can find another review on the blog of Les Miss Choclatine Bouquinent, and this reader managed to see through the blood and guts to get to the story of the family at the heart of the novel, and talks about the writing itself, which I like. Check it out.



And, here’s another from Le nuit je mens, which I first saw from an Instagram post by the author, who goes by @FlyingElectra/theflyingelectra on social media. These all seems to be blogs by avid readers and often published French authors, but they’re all quite impressive and well curated, as opposed to this piece of shit I’ve made. Take a gander here…

There’s a few more if you look for the book or my name on social media, but these were some of the most thorough and positive. Hopefully there’ll be some more to come, and I’ll be able to talk to some of these keen French readers at Festival America in a few weeks. It’s hard to guess at how the novel will do from over here, but Albin Michel clearly has a magical reputation and they’re doing a great job of getting the word out.

More to come soon. Take care, all.

Dans la Cage published in France



As of last week, Dans la Cage, previously known around the land as In the Cage, has been published by Albin Michel, one of the leading literary publishers in France, and the kind of house that publishes translations of writers like Donald Ray Pollock, Stephen King, Claire Vaye Watkins, Colson Whitehead, and this random guy from Midland, Ontario.

I’ll be heading over to Vincennes in a few weeks for Festival America, where I’ll be participating in a number of events with far fancier people, and where I’ll be lucky enough to share the stage with John Irving (the guest of honour this year, on the 40th anniversary of The World According to Garp), Nathan Hill, David Chariandy, Heather O’Neill, Ivy Pochoda, Aura Xilonen, Michael Farris Smith, Baird Harper, and Dan Chaon. That’s not a bad list of authors to talk with about writing.

The festival has a Canadian focus this year, with a bunch of English and French language authors heading over. So, I think it’ll be an interesting experience talking about what is really going on over here, and especially about what is going on at a community level in the CanLit scene. I’m very happy that the organizers of the festival, and my fine editor at Albin Michel, Francis Geffard, have put together such comprehensive panels where we can really dig deep into that, and maybe get a conversation going about the actual guts of the place and people that we write about in a way that they’ve not quite read or heard before.

So, I’ll be posting some reviews and response to the book leading up to the fest, and my thoughts on it after, and perhaps during if I have the gumption. But, in the meantime, tell everyone you know in France from anytime in your life about this. I’ll high five you a number of times if you do.

Thanks everybody. And, believe in your dreams, as always…
KH

Hazlitt Interview with Daemon Fairless, author of Mad Blood Stirring



A little while back I heard about an author called Daemon Fairless, who had been a reporter for the CBC but moved on to work on a novel about male violence, called Mad Blood Stirring. After talking with a number of people about the book, and learning a bit more about it, I got the chance to interview Daemon and dig deep into the topics he covers in this fascinating debut work of non-fiction. That interview is up on Hazlitt now.

I’ve yammered at length on panels, on the radio, and at readings, about how readers’ inability to squarely look at violence as it truly is, as opposed to some hyper-realized version, or some opaque idea of it, is a real problem. It is especially apparent in how we absorb popular Canadian literature, as evidenced by when viewers had to sit through Canada Reads and see brilliant, important books like Cherie Dimaline’s The Marrow Thieves, and Omar El Akkad’s American War, get dismissed by baffled panelists as too “alienating.” (That is in here too).

Unfortunately, violence in literature and in life is not really what the average reader, or writer, believes it to be. It changed my outlook on everything when I read how Hemingway wrote physical violence (I discussed that at length in this WIR post for Open Book Ontario from 2015, along with my whole take on writing violence well), and the writers I admire all have found ways to write violent and despairing things while maintaining a beauty and artfulness in the craft of their writing. If you want to write about violent things, and deadly, catastrophic things, you have to write them properly. If you do, the weight of those words increases exponentially, and the impact will be real and lasting.

I was sent Fairless’ book, Mad Blood Stirring, by two different people at Penguin Random House, and I can see why they sent it over. We had a lot of shared experience with violence, though very different lives, and we both recognized each other as people who have just put their toe in the water, but at least have an idea how deep that water gets. As a result, we had a long, open talk about the book, and the ideas within.

So, check out this talk on Hazlitt if you like, by clicking this line, and, if any of it intrigues, you should pick up this book and dig in. I know there are a lot of “maleness” books out there these days, but I also know that we need the good ones to stem the tide of dipshit “public intellectuals” who are peddling their wares and doing their damage for ego and profit only. Further, books like this, and a few others out there, are a welcome reminder that we should look at an issue like male violence for what it is, equal parts horrifying, complicated, and important. In any case, we follow these threads and more in the interview, and I hope you’ll give it a look.

Thanks for reading. Cheers. KH

In the Cage optioned for film/TV



Now that it has been finalized, I can tell you all that my debut novel, In the Cage, has been optioned for film or TV. This has been in the works a little while, but a lot of these deals take some time to get done. The rights were sold to Jason Buxton and Festina Lente by Paige Sisley at Cooke McDermid, on behalf of Biblioasis. Buxton is developing the project for screen.

These film options don’t always lead to Winter’s Bone level magic, and that is why you need an agent to make sure that you’re selling rights to a place that actually intends to produce the film or show, but Jason has a great vision for the adaptation, and I think this has some legs. It’s still early days, but I’ll share news as it comes.

You can read the Book to Film release on this in Publisher’s Weekly right here. And you can find In the Cage here, if you haven’t checked it out already.

Literary critic Steven W. Beattie on my story, Old Man Marchuk



Literary critic Steven W. Beattie, regularly of the Quill & Quire, among other publications, has been doing a series called 31 Days of Stories for May, where he talks about a different work of short fiction every day. Turns out that he decided to cover Old Man Marchuk, the lead story from my 2015 collection, Debris.

Beattie had one of my favourite reviews of the collection back when it came out, and that showed up in The Globe & Mail. My editor, John Metcalf, was a fan of that review also. Mainly because Beattie really dug into the writing at a sentence level, and broke down the stylistic choices that were being made below the surface. He does that again here, but goes even deeper into this one specific story.

Anyways, you can check it out by clicking this line. And you can still find Debris, as well as my novel, In the Cage, online and at many actual real-life bookstores. Thanks to Beattie for continuing to champion the work. Cheers.

Prairie Fire Magazine reviews IN THE CAGE



Hey everyone. I hope everything is going swimmingly. Here’s a review in a very good Canadian literary journal, Prairie Fire, about this novel I wrote called In the CageIt’s been out there for about a month or so, but I’ve been waylaid by writing things and jurying writing things, so I’m getting to a number of book updates now.

“Hardcastle’s writing could be compared to that of Hemingway, Cormac McCarthy or Ken Bruen. His pared down sentences scrutinize a way of life that is rough and unrelenting… the author has found his own style, is in command of his pen and knows his subjects. He strips the facades from our comfortable lives and jolts us into the hard lane of life, and we soon acknowledge that living on the edge is difficult and downright heart-breaking.” – Mary Barnes – Prairie Fire

I sincerely thank the writer Mary Barnes for this one, and I really do appreciate her close reading of the novel. I didn’t think anymore reviews were coming in at this point, so I was pretty jacked up on mountain dew when I saw her take on the book. You can read the full thing by clicking this line.

Thanks a bunch, Prairie Fire, for putting this up. You are good folks. Cheers. KH

 

Things that I’m doing in 2018



Hello everyone. It has been pretty quiet over the last little while, what with book things winding down at the end of 2017 and winding back up somewhat at the beginning of 2018. Nonetheless, I do have a few readings and events coming up that are worth mentioning, for folks that might be interested.

  • Common Reading Series – The Bell Jar Cafe – Toronto, Ontario – With Amy Jojo Jones & Cherie Dimaline – February 19th, 2018
  • IFOA Weekly presents ‘What’s Life Got To Do With It?’ – Toronto, Ontario – With Mayank Bhatt, Terri Favro, Catherine Graham, Kevin Hardcastle and Grace O’Connell – Hosted by Lisa De Nikolits – March 7th, 2018
  • Junction Reads – Toronto, Ontario – Guest Author – March 25th, 2018
  • GritLit: Hamilton Readers & Writers Festival – Hamilton, Ontario – Guest Author – April 12th to April 15th, 2018
  • Talk at the McLaren Art Centre – Barrie, Ontario – Guest Author – May 4th, 2018
  • Festival America: Littératures et les cultures d’Amérique du Nord – Vincennes, France – Guest Author – September 20th to September 24th, 2018
  • Wordstock Sudbury – Sudbury, Ontario – Guest Author – November 1st to November 3rd, 2018

These are all findable on my readings & events page on this site, and I’ll update any new readings or appearances there as they emerge.

I’m looking forward to the festivals especially, including GritLit in Hamilton, and Wordstock Sudbury, which both seem like great municipal literary happenings. The craziest one of the year is my being asked to participate in Festival America, an international literary festival that takes place in Vincennes, which coincides with the French publication of In the Cage, by the renowned Parisian publishing house, Albin Michel.

I’ve been working on translations of both In the Cage & Debris with Janique Jouin-de Laurens, and my editor there is Francis Geffard. They’ve published translations of writers like Donald Ray Pollock, Marlon James, and Stephen King, and are a formidable literary force in Europe. So, I’m very interested in seeing how the French receive my work. I’ve heard only good things about their passion for good writing, and for their enthusiasm for reading literary crime and the like, and novels authored by those that I truly admire and have looked up to over the years.

Otherwise, I’m some chapters into the next novel, and will be back in the short story tumbler soon enough. It took a lot of time and energy to get the first novel to where it got to, and I’ve been busy with some prize juries and other endeavours, but it is time to cut my teeth on some new writing, and lots of it.

Take care. KH

 

In the Cage reviewed in ZVZZYVA



Hello errbody, and happy new year. I’ll likely put up something more about the year that was 2017 and some of the things that happened, and that are germinating for 2018 in writing-related life. But for now, here is just a quick bit of news that happened over the holidays, when most were busy doing things or trying to hide out in their hobbit holes.

I got this fine review in ZYZZYVA, one of the most respected literary journals in the US, based in San Francisco. You can read the review in its entirely here. Thanks the most to reviewer Bjorn Svendsen (and to the mag), who said about In the Cage

“Genre fiction is often criticized for its recurring tropes and boilerplate plots, but Kevin Hardcastle’s novel proves otherwise. In the Cage is both fresh and haunting. It is a novel of grace and brutality, and the balance between them.”

I’ve long been trying to get US readers to check out my work, especially those who like the writing of, say, Cormac McCarthy, Daniel Woodrell, Donald Ray Pollock, and so forth. It’s a tough go to get your book into people’s hands in the mess of novels published each year, so this is a nice surprise and a welcome happening right as we move into another year and look forward to some things that’ll be going on in 2018.

More to come soon. Thanks again, and happy 2018. May all of your dreams take flight of the wings of a pegacorn…

KH

In the Cage amongst the Globe & Mail and National Post Books of the Year



I’m a little slow to post here, but In the Cage ended up making both the Globe & Mail and the National Post best books of the year lists. I’m in there with some very fancy writers like Eden Robinson, David Chariandy, Naben Ruthnum, George Saunders, Carleigh Baker and many, many more. So that is far, far better than a kick in the junk.

If you want to check out the full Globe list you can find it here, by clicking on this line. The novel likely made it in based on the recommendation of writer & reviewer, J.R. McConvey, so I gotta thank him for that, and for his earlier review of In the Cage, which you can find by clicking this.

You can find the full Post list here, by clicking your ass offIn the Cage came in hot at #97, but it still made it, so fuck it. I got a good review earlier in the season from Robert J. Wiersema, and you can check that out here.

There’s another thing or two to post before the year is up, and I’ll do so shortly. I’ve also got some upcoming fests and readings that I’ve confirmed, one of them to coincide with the French publication of In the Cage, and that one made me pee a little, and will take me across the Atlantic. So that is pretty alright. More soon…

Happy Friday, all.