I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I

There's Something So Relentless And Foul About Hitler And His People, And The Way Things Progressed From Year To Year. It Just Got To Me In The Strangest Way.

Reading Mission To Paris Is Like Sipping A Fine Chateau Margaux: Sublime!

To Me, Writing Is A Very Physical Process. I Lay Out The Entire Book With The Two Narratives Side By Side On My Bedroom Floor, And Just Get Down On My Hands And Knees And Start Looking At It In That Physical Space. "does This Really Follow From This? Should This Be Here Or Elsewhere?" I Will Literally Cut The Paper Into Paragraphs. I'll Cut It Into Segments And Move The Segments Around From One Narrative To The Other Until I Feel That I've Found The Natural Structure.

No One Cared What St. Louis Thought, Although The City Got A Wink For Pluck.

The Intermittent Depression That Had Shadowed Him Throughout His Adult Life Was About To Envelop Him Once Again.