The Austin Public Library very generously has a lot to say about Orphans, so please do feel free to see what that is here. Or not. I mean, I won't even know. Though you will. Think about it.

I am happy to let you know that This Book Will Change Your Life is Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? I also think you so want to check it out.

Most definitely most thankful to the Expendable Mudge for this quite lovely surprise and wonderful review. Excerpt? Always. And most definitely at that.

"The prose is vintage Tanzer. It is without gonfalons and ormolu cherubs or even pseudohip fake-slang, all of which date a book mighty soon after it appears. This is someone's subtle dystopia TV show (blessedly without zombies!)...maybe the Esquire Network? It could be filmed on the cheap in Detroit, and they need original programming...heck, why not Participant Media, those lovely lefties, as producers? I hate wastefulness, and that's what leaving Orphans on the shelf when it can be so much more is."

I really am and I really appreciate it. So do check it out, thank you. Excerpt? Always.

Tell us about your new book SEX AND DEATH. It’s fiction/non-fiction? Both? You do both really well! Do you find one or the other easier to write?

Thank you for the kind words, though I first read this without my glasses on and thought you were suggesting that I was good at sex and death, which would have been really kind of you. That said, I think of SEX AND DEATH as a sort of dreamier, less dialogue-driven companion piece to The New York Stories. Someone recently described it as akin to a concept album and I would love to think that’s possible. I also think of it as fiction. There are nuggets or slices of the nonfiction throughout, a woman who wants to sit down with her husband’s mistress because they are the two people who loved him most while he was alive is from a snippet of a conversation I had with someone who expressed a similar feeling, or the father who walks in on his son masturbating, that’s a story a friend told me, but in both cases those stories go places that are fictional – there was no more detail beyond the moments that were shared with me, I got stuck on them and I couldn’t let go. As far as one form or the other being easier, it’s really about mood, or whatever part of my brain thinks in terms of fiction or nonfiction when I’m asked to write about one or the other, or decide I want to spend some time in those places. I find them equally easy, and equally confounding, but when I want to work on one or the other, I see everything I might write within those parameters and I write what I see.