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Sleeping with Books No. 9: A Dunce Among Us

March 6, 2011


Thanks to a certain Irishwoman and a dinner she organized at a Prospect Heights restaurant, I met an incredible librarian who fulfilled a dream of mine last Friday. For the first time in my New York life (12 and a half years), I got a tour of the main branch of the New York Public […]

Return to the Room of My Own: Revision Unplugged

January 19, 2011


There is something to be said for writers working in the realm of Reading 2.0 to redraw personal boundaries. I haven’t posted anything since Christmas for a damn good reason, and it’s because the Internet was too much with me. After a lovely holiday with my family in North Dakota, then three days stuck in, […]

Guest Post: “A First Novel Is Really Really Really…”

September 14, 2010


When I first started thinking about the various novels that really set fire to my brain and left the scorch marks to prove it, it became embarrassingly clear that I am not a First Novel Person.

Have White Teeth, Will White Riot

September 11, 2010


It's one of my most annoying traits: I'm a novelist, but not a great lover of many novels, especially anything post-1960.

A First Novel Is This

September 9, 2010


Before anyone asks, the answer is no. Nope, Jilly Kilroy is not me, and, non, I am not Jilly Kilroy.

A First Novel Big Bang(s) Theory

September 4, 2010


This eponymous blog is an attempt not just to say the things I didn't quite manage to spit out in my book but also to reveal a process: the knitting together of disparate influences into a message, that is, a book.