The amount of correspondence I receive precludes my responding to each email, letter, Facebook comment, etc., and so on, with the detail each deserves. But I still read’em all, and I am always grateful (and in the case of an unusual book like Montaigne in Barn Boots, especially grateful) when a reader takes time to share…View post
Book writing is weird. Not everyone is digging Montaigne in Barn Boots and it clearly ain’t for everyone. That’s OK, and part of the deal. But not since Population 485 have I received more heartfelt, emotional, personal emails and notes for anything I’ve published. Perhaps folks are put off by that unpronounceable name on the cover, or the…View post
Behind the scenes at The Local Store & Volume One Gallery in Eau Claire, where I just signed every single book in that pile, including the new Montaigne paperback.
Well, this is a new one: Cleaned the wood stove, then carried the ash bucket all the way into my office above the garage before realizing I never dumped it. Thus I wrote a book with an entire chapter devoted to absent-mindedness.
Wall Street Journal drama critic Terry Teachout just published a post about how he balances his affection for the past with a thirst for the new, and it reminded me of this passage in Montaigne in Barn Boots (out in paperback just yesterday) (Teachout graciously consented to be quoted elsewhere in the book): In his autobiography…View post