but does that mean, necessarily, that i should put this very kind review of philly fiction - which singles out my contribution to the book in very complimentary fashion - on the walls of the powder room of literary rejection?
i'm afraid not. i'm more of a purist than that. but it did earn me breakfast at the oregon diner, and also, in tribute,
ben
asked me what i would like to do today, and i said all i wanted was for him to not take too long when we were in lowe's. done and done!