The RoboSheep Bleat

There’s a certain amount of joy to be had in reading Coming & Crying in public places, in a skyscraper’s lobby downtown, on the bus: with my arm warped around the spine all that people looking see is me holding a book with a picture of a woman on one side and a list of names they don’t recognize on the other - no explanation for what it is I’m reading.  

It’s completely opposite stark lettering of Frazen’s Freedom or Larsson’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo series- It’s a product that’s already been sold and it’s not out trying to continue to advertise itself; I know what it is, it knows what it is, and that’s all that matters when you’re trying to squeeze 15 minutes of solitude into your day.