He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.

Being called a 'bad citizen' is a compliment to a novelist, at least to my mind. That's exactly what we ought to do.

Was she naked?" Lasher said. "To the waist," Cotsakis said. "From which direction?" Lasher said.

It frequently happens that I begin a novel with just a visual image of something, a vague sense of people in three dimensional space.

Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

Before pop art, there was such a thing as bad taste. Now there's kitsch, schlock, camp, and porn.

A dead afternoon in a dark bar was not the worst of fates.