Monthly Archives: November 2015

One of the things that happened to me while writing this book is that I came to have a strange fondness for the South Bronx. I lived so intently in my fictional version of Mott Haven that I know the … Continue reading →

Given that a Tennessee woman has confused discussion of such things as cell lines and ovaries with pornography, may I suggest that everyone go buy the book? The only way to fight idiocy is to make it backfire.