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Years ago, I compared touring to something called The Naked Dance, a delightfully unselfconscious jig performed by a child for whom I babysat. Except adults are never unselfconscious, alas. Sixteen novels, one novella and a book of short stories later, I'm not impervious to reviews, but I've gained a lot of perspective, especially in the past ye Read More [...]

Robot Love, Lippman Love

I have a longstanding passion for folk art, documented here. It is a progressive disease. It doesn't get better, it just finds new areas to attack. I've had my Mexican phase, my Mose/Annie Tolliver phase, my Jimmy Lee Sudduth phase, my Clementine Hunter moment. Lately, it has been robots. No, I don't know why. I enjoyed Lost in Space when I was young, but I actually preferred Dr. Smith to the tedious robot. Read More [...]