Today is Friday in New Orleans - bitterly cold (OK, cold for New Orleans: I don't want to hear your sob stories, Midwesterners!) and gray. But in New Zealand it's already Saturday, and I have a story published in today's New Zealand Herald. It's called Premises and it's something I wrote for an upcoming Random House anthology called Lost in Translation.
As my niece, the erudite Miss Rebecca Hill, pointed out, the story might make sense only to those readers familiar (very familiar) with the works of Jane Austen. I hope a few of them are reading the Herald this morning.
My mother, by the way, is recovering from her operation (i.e. terrorizing the medical staff of Auckland Hospital) in a bed by the window, looking out at the Sky Tower.
This may be my favorite story by you ever. I mean it. Genius.
Posted by: TLB | January 09, 2010 at 10:05 PM