(Sigh) Obviously, I’m a little tense this week. But I’m also extremely chuffed and grateful for this kind review by Matt Forney, the twentysomething who fooled us all by posing as a gruff old pervert on In Mala Fide:
Everyone else: hey! This thing I made with my brain might amuse you. Don’t turn down amusing things, life’s dreary enough as it is. If you’re leery and you want a sample chapter before releasing the toiled-over coin, shoot me a line (firstname.lastname@example.org). In fact, I think I’ll start posting a few samples out of NVSQVAM here soon; its publisher, Chip Smith of Nine-Banded Books, has, to the surprise of no one except the trolls, graciously given his blessing.
To those of you who only read nonfiction (a surprising number of my friends, in fact, subscribe to the “truth is stranger than fiction” truism disappointingly religiously), Forney says this:
“Man does not live by bread alone, and you need to read fiction and literary nonfiction in order to become a well-rounded individual.
I’d rather die than live in a world where I can’t read books like NVSQVAM (Nowhere).”
I’d probably rather just die, myself, but I enjoy his point.