Monday, February 16, 2004
Addendum: Reading through Murder of Angels this afternoon, I'm struck by how autobiographical this novel is. Almost embarrassingly so. I'm not sure to what degree I did this consciously, but there it is, in Niki Ky and Daria Parker, each of them standing for one half of me. It's like, this is the novel that's about what's happened to me since Silk was published. At least, that's one of the things that it seems to be about, the difficulties of success & etc. I'm sure I'll write an unnecessarily lengthy essay about this for the Subterranean Press hardback, so I'll say no more now, except that reading back through the ms. is unnerving.
It's a better book than I thought.
And don't forget your "Ugliest Cat in the World" merch. These are things you can't live without, like caffeine and PlayStation.