This is some sort of page that conveys the details of my Book Release Party for I, No Other.

Sunday, March 26 at 8 PM at Big Bar (75 E 7th St) in NYC. Glad it’s Big. Just hope it’s Big enough to contain the masses that will turn out.

I have opted to continue my Facebook Fast, and so I will not be spreading this about on Facebook, but anyone else is not prohibited from doing that! Oh, I think my Estimable Publisher provided me with a Facebooky sort of link … okay, here it is.

All Tomorrow's Parties (well, some of them)

It seems that since my estimable Publisher saw fit to remove her foot and reattach it while snorkeling in Socialist Waters, the Release Party for I, No Other has been postponed. We are hoping for a March 25th date. (That, at least, is the day I have requested off at work. This shindig will be in NYC, a.k.a. the Long Haul.) It all depends on the Ukrainian, I’m told. Honestly, though, what is this “Party”? I’m going to read a story, maybe, to a group of adoring fans? Meaning maybe three drunks at a bar? I can do that anytime!

Okay, tl;dr, my book will or willn’t be available sometime soon or possibly less soon!

Ah, and I keep meaning to mention here: Goodreads, to date, has nothing but praise for Mendicant City. Let’s keep it that way, people!


Today I read a book of poems by a friend and was delighted. A female Bukowski, I knew it all along! The book is called The Art of Bars: Twelve Steps in the War Against the Self by Mickey J. Corrigan, a not particularly prepossessing title, sure, but the poems are terrific! Very much in the spirit of Hank Chinaski, but not limited by their conscious tribute to his style and approach. They have their own voice and their own character, and well, let her speak for herself:

You pose, display what’s on tap
for the night. Bog Woman.
Out of your black cave
into the ragged firelight.

Good stuff!

I also read Killing the Math today, the second book by fellow Whiskey Titter Joey Truman, and found it charming—much to my delight. I read Truman’s first novel Postal Child last year, and, um, “charming” is not the word … but this one turns out to be a pleasant and engaging bildungsroman full of filth and innocence, surely ripe for cinematic conversion. One of those road trip movies, you know? Like, say, Y Tu Mama Tambien, only in Wyoming.

This page is now this page

I have brought the blog portion of my site to the front of the stage. If you came to view my glorious picture or see my redoubtable list of publications, that is all on the “About+Bibliography” page in the Menu up top.

Why did I do it? I, No Other, my narratorial collection from Whisky Tit, will be delivered to the Literary Wards next month, and that news will be announced here, not the other page. (Things was gettin’ TOO COMPLICATED the other way, I meantersay.)

I may or may not start a Facebook Author Page to relay book-related news. I’m still mulling … my publisher would like me to do that. I am wary, however, of exposing my delicate membranes to Facebook again. If I did it, I would probably reactivate my personal account in order to announce the existence of the Page to all those friends I used to have. And then I would quickly abandon them by shutting down my account again. Ha ha!

We shall see. For now, my announcements live here. So check in every now and then!


The post below presents what is known in the Industry as “Fake News.” Actually, it’s now called FUCK NEWS. That’s according to a poll of subconscious desires conducted via Pornhub’s secret Reverse Channel which records your activities while viewing scintillating and informative Internet Vids.

What I am trying to communicate is that I, No Other, my scintillating and informative narratival gallimaufry published by the estimable Whiskey Tit is not yet in release. Shocked? Appalled? I don’t blame you. Hit with me with Everything, I can take it. Well, under specific circumstances, delineated by the Geneva Convention, I can’t take it. Please refer to relevant codicils, I can wait.

I am not certain of the NEW OFFICIAL RELEASE DATE, but I have been informed that the BOOK RELEASE PARTY is on March 11 in some sort of deliciously disreputable location IN NEW YAWK CITY. My severely limited Mentation Apparatus has therefore conflated the BOOK PARTY with the BOOK RELEASE DATE, and so I shall declare March 11 to be I, No Other’s New “Naissance” Date. That’s a word I just made up on the spot, but it appears that the entire nation of France has STOLEN that word from me and inserted it into all records of spoken and written French dating back even ante Chansons de geste in order to cover up their malodorous misappropriations of my Intellectual Properties, the Scoundrels! They won’t get away with it! I demand compensation! Or at the very least, come-uppance! Ok, just come will do. Very nicely, actually …