proustHello, folks.

I’ve been quiet for a while. I was working — at the pace of about 1600 words a day — on my novel. And now, after four long years, it is actually done. Or at least a draft. The title is still at question, although I certainly have a working title — a title I love.

Other than this, what? Well, preparing to teach three (3) classes this term. 1. Advanced Fiction Writing. 2. The Literature of Immigration to America in the 20th Century. 3. The Rock and Roll Novel.

So, a lot of reading my favorite writers: Anne Michaels, Michael Ondaatje, Jessica Hagedorn, Kelly Link, Aleksandar Hemon, Jhumpa Lahiri, Dinaw Mengestu, le thi diem thuy. Not a bad job, all in all.

And, yes, I am reading Proust. This has become an obsession. A luxury. Shh. Quiet. He’s looking at you. Yes, you.