Tonight is the night when otherwise sane reporters channel their inner Hannibal Lecter and ask women, “Who are you wearing?” It’s the sort...|
It’s the week before Christmas and I am in Moscow – the one famous for the Kremlin in Russia, not the one famous...|
It was 13 years ago this autumn that I vomited in front of a lovely reading group from Illinois. When I’m with a...|
My late father used to ask me why I go on book tours. “Do you really sell enough books to make it worth...|
I’m asked on occasion what advice I might offer aspiring writers. Here are ten random suggesstions — the last a reference to the...