No way, True Believer. I opened up Gravity to kick it around the other day, read through it, and basically groaned. No thanks. The book’s about a rock band coming within inches of getting signed to a major label against the backdrop of a global crisis. I just said No Way. Uh uh. Not now. It’s both a question of “too close to home” and the dismaying sense that so much of my portrait of how society would behave during said global crisis was simply wrong. I’m focusing on works set far, far away from pandemic and lockdown, Dark August and MaxVonSydX3.
That is all. Carry on.