Since its publishing life has been so diffuse, Agent to the Stars is probably my least-reviewed novel, so it’s always nice to see it get noticed. Therefore, I was delighted to see a review of Agent at Curled Up With a Good Book today. The reviewer calls the book “one of the funniest, yet also kind of profound, novels I’ve read in a long time.” I can’t complain about that.
Over at io9, Charlie Jane Anders takes a swing through Metatropolis and comes away impressed:
These feel like cities where anything can happen, from getting your skull cracked to discovering your life purpose. And most important of all, when I was done reading about this future dys/utopia, I wanted to spend a lot more time there.
Excellent. Of course, if things keep going as they’ve been going, Charlie is going to spend a lot more time there, if you know what I mean. But I guess we’ll be unwillingly dragged across that bridge when we come to it.
I’m quoted in a Wall Street Journal column about Twitter by WJC.com’s Senior Technology Editor Julia Angwin, a college friend of mine, in which she divulges Twitter performance anxiety, and I, the man who Titters on his sock-wearing status (currently: OFF) tell her to relax and have fun with it. Because it’s not Shakespeare. Unless, you know, you ReTweet him. It’s also got quotes from Wil Wheaton, who is just everywhere these days, apparently. Luxuriate in its geekery.