The Voices Not in my Head

There have been quite a few reviews of The Most Dangerous Thing since it was published Tuesday. I am going to present the links here, without comment. I can't imagine anyone but my mom clicking through and she doesn't use a computer, but I just don't have anything to say about most of the reviews. Read More [...]

Candy Store

He was a baby once. This is where I start, every time I write a novel. This is what I think when I see the unfortunate men and women in my own neighborhood, sometimes sleeping on the ground on a wretchedly hot day. She picked him up and put her cheek on his head. I know not all mothers and fathers do this, that some parents can be unspeakably cruel, but I think that most wish to be good. 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 [...]

A Win-Win-Win Situation

On Aug. 23, I have a new book out, The Most Dangerous Thing -- my 16th novel, my 19th work overall, if you want to give me credit for the one I edited. And you know what? I want to reward my longtime readers. Heck, I want to reward my first-time readers. It always cracks me up when someone at a conference says: I'm just a reader. Just a reader? JUST a reader? I don't think so. Read More [...]