Pardon the hooplah, but it's been a long time: My new novel Kosha is officially coming your way. I love it and hope you will too. The amazing Naomi Alderman calls it "Nosferatu meets Generation Kill"; man, I love that. Huge thanks to blackstonepublishing.com & @brendandeneen.

Hello again friends at this platform. I am mostly at the other platform, the one in the sky, for obvious reasons, but will try to swing by here from time to time to check the mail and whatnot. But really mostly over there.

This was a super-fun read for those of us who soaked in cocaine-era King at a ridiculously young age & then went on to be writers ourselves. (Turns out, that's a pretty big cohort.) My #sundaysentence this week is my favorite King line: "Sometimes, Louis, dead is better."

This was a really fantastic & unique book, as much @dchiasso 's memoir & a history of Burlington as it is Bernie bio, and Dan's parts are among the most interesting (& felt very close to me). My #sundaysentence: "Though my tense home quieted me, it made me an observer."

My #sundaysentence this week relates to the road to Galicia: "One French guidebook of the early twelfth century issued grave warnings of the loose morals of the people who dwelled there, such as Navarrese farmers 'who practice unclean fornication' with their mules and mares."

I love Kelly Braffet, and this second in the series was even better than The Unwilling. I hope she does a third. My #sundaysentence this week: "Korsa tried to parse how anyone could know that a child needed to be taken care of and not -- take care of them."

This novel had the kind of quiet, thoughtful beauty that gets me really excited. Today's #sundaysentence: "Turning head on heel in the slow drift of their hurtle, head on hip on hand on heel, turning and turning with the days." I need to find more by her.

…and look at that, it’s official!

Hello again friends at this platform. I am mostly at the other platform, the one in the sky, for obvious reasons, but will try to swing by here from time to time to check the mail and whatnot.

Adieu. I hope to see y'all at the big blue pie in the sky. (Especially all my #sundaysentence friends!)

This week was annual return to my all-time favorite book! My #sundaysentence concerns authors attending literary parties: “The talk deals with disappointing sales, inadequate publicity, idiotic reviews, others’ declining talent, & the unspeakable horror of the literary life.”

Back to Susanna Clarke for my #sundaysentence this week, from JS&MrN: "The world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands." – at New Hope, PA

Cleaning bookshelf yesterday, I stumbled on Andrea Dworkin, perfect for the state of things & for this week's #sundaysentence): "I want writers to write books that are worth being jailed for, worth fighting for, & should it come to that in this country, worth dying for."

As promised, still here. But simultaneously building over in the clear, blue air. Find me: christianbauman etc etc

I began re-reading Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell in advance of her coming sequel-ish book, and stumbled right on this week's #sundaysentence: "There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure -- it is, after all, what everybody does all the time."

desperately trying to keep the book/art/music twitter spark alive as the deep winter of X approaches…

BlackPill @elspethreeve was fantastic (& disturbing). My #sundaysentence is her contemplation of the personal road to fascism (or not): "There are many people who are dead broke, or sick, or ugly, or lonely, or home alone on a Saturday night, who do not do what these people did." – at West Cape May, NJ

Dispatch from my tribe across the pond: Eamon, First of His Name, meets Arthur, First of His.

In my travels out West this week I re-read Shirley Jackson's Haunting of Hill House for the umpteenth time and it handed me my #sundaysentence for today: "The best way to soothe a troubled mind is to put on comfortable shoes." – at New Hope, PA