Bye for now, Silicon Valley! I had an awesome time at the kick-off and visiting Lynbrook High School (though sadly the record button wasn’t on for the video interview – ah well, we had fun all the same).
If you missed the kick-off it will air on February 11th at 7pm on KLIV 1590 AM – during the Common Wealth Club broadcast… And also possibly on their podcast?
I am really excited to reveal this bit of news that I’ve been holding onto. Sherwood Nation will be Silicon Valley’s 2016 community reads book, along with Memory of Water by Emmi Itäranta. Hooray!
In all, I’ll be visiting the Silicon Valley (San Jose, Cupertino, Mountain View, Palo Alto, etc!) for a total of between twelve and twenty events in 2016. The first will be the Silicon Valley Reads kick-off on January 26th. Here is info on the kick-off.
There is something so weirdly ironic about posting this news from here, deep in the Oregon desert at a two week writing residency where internet is as scarce as water. I’m researching a book about archaeology, in which the height of technology is the Clovis point. And a fearsome, game-changing technology it was, thirteen thousand years ago. I also find it interesting that after a career in tech, my first visit to the Silicon Valley will be for literature, to talk about a book that, because of the collapse, is essentially devoid of digital technology.
At any rate, I can’t wait, and I look forward to talking about the book with all those new readers.
I’m here for two weeks to get serious on this book. So far it is working, with some scattered anxiousness and various bits of fretting.
Summer Lake is incredible – a seasonal lake. When you’re in the middle of it, you feel like you’re on a different planet.
There’s drought here, of course, like everywhere in the west. And so the lake disappeared a little earlier. In the center of it, there is not a thing alive. No insects, no birds fly over, no other human can be seen. Eerie.
I tried and failed to read Knausgaard. His struggle ultimately became My Failure as I gave up the book two-thirds the way through (sorry book group!). I’m happy for the gazillion other people who think it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I’ll take Bolaño any day in the genre of enormous lit.