
This past summer I picked up Pollock's Knockemstiff because I'd heard things. Powered through one story after the other thinking, "Gee, the next story can't be as good as the last one." Dead wrong. This collection just picks up white hot speed and you're left begging for more. If you haven't read it shame on you. Go get it, you will not be sorry...and one more thing...for anybody out there sweating it in the fictional trenches, read that last sentence in the quote above and take heart. Gosh knows I'm trying to...snowstorm of rejections be damned.

In other news, I'm sending out good vibes to anyone affected or in harm's way with Hurricane Earl. Like most, I used to think hurricanes were fun. But in real life and post-Katrina if you live anywhere near the coast and its waters, you know that these evil mothers are no joke. Nobody's holing up with a young Lauren Bacall and sipping rum. And as for surf, give me long waist-high swell any day over death on a stick.