I feel a little like Rene Magritte. Hey, that's a sentence you don't read too often, huh? I mean, by way of this not really being so much a blog post today as a list or a happily haphazard alphabetically-chronologically under or overdetermined miscellany. Days or letters of the alphabet or, as is the case with two genius types, novelist Amdahl or Jeopardy superstar and editor Nissley, just the sheer brilliant strength of their respective wills, minds, charismatic writing, makes for organizing. Pick any page of Across My Big Brass Bed, I dare you. Try not to read it. Here's the line I hope to use (written in my scribbled notes somewhere on the manuscript) in the introductory remarks to a review I hope to write about the novel: "Gary Amdahl is a novelist who does not know when to stop, which is a good thing for his readers." Nice, huh? Or, even better: "Gary Amdahl cannot finish a thought, and we are all the better for it." As Nissley, there is so much, and so much worthwhile, and the frustratingly beautiful promise of more, which is finally a hopeful and welcome thing.