Over two years ago @parabasis came to me with a great idea for a story, about a science fiction master whose novels were beloved but, for some reason, had fallen out of print.
Over the next year he would occasionally call me with these "holy shit!!" moments as the story got weirder and weirder. When we published his great piece, there was one final surprise ... slate.com/culture/2019/1…
Isaac's reporting helped @torbooks pick their way through the confusion about Ford's estate and, yes, acquire the books for reprint.
time for another late-night mix tape! everyone crack open your Maxell XLII 90 and play along
Side One! I used to give not only mix tapes but the sides of mix tapes titles, usually from a lyric in the first song, so let's call this side "Disappointed Believers"
Happy birthday to this book, which was published one year ago today. Here’s a long-ass thread about what it was like.
Each time I’ve published a book I’ve been reminded anew how nerve-wracking it can be. (What a privilege even to be able to say that!) In my experience very few authors ever feel like their books got ENOUGH press or were blurbed by the PERFECT people or sold ENOUGH copies.
I vowed with this one to try to set all that aside and just be happy that a book exists chronicling a special time in our family. After all, I kept saying: The publisher can’t take their money back now, and we can’t un-take the trip that changed our lives forever.
Several years ago I was driving down I-40 between Knoxville and Asheville and stopped off at some random ass town and there was a phenomenal, enormous used bookstore in a shitty strip mall and I have spent probably 10 hours of my life trying to figure out where it is, please help