Interviews aren’t always pleasurable; this one was. I think it’s largely because this “interview” was really just a conversation with a new friend–during the early courtship stage, when conversation is a series of new vistas–and we happened to have a tape recorder (I guess, Iphone) running between us. In any case, Michelle is a great asker-of-questions and has a generally lucid and surprising and delightful mind. We went to Fuel, a favorite coffee shop just north of Iowa City, in a little town amidst cornfields, and chatted for a few hours.
It’s up at The Millions here.
Plus, a new review is out in the San Francisco Chronicle. It’s of The Lake, by Banana Yoshimoto, a book I was fascinated by but a little ambivalent about. Highlights: monkeys, murals, dark pasts, Japanese oddity and America’s relationship to Japanese oddity, etc.