I think Putin has fucked himself. There is, unfortunately, a very good chance that the Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky will not survive this war. But there is almost zero chance now that Putin will. I'd put good folding money on either the generals or the spies shooting him in the back of the neck, especially if he actually tries to use battlefield nukes.
I wrote a thinky for ASB today.
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I have, of course, been speaking too much time reading about the invasion of Ukraine. I have a small connection to the place, via my publishers there, Bookraine, who brought out a local language version of Felafel last year. I just got a second edition in the mail the other day.
I told them not to send any royalties. I figure they need the money more.
It’s sad.
God this is good writing. Over at McSweeney’s.
Some faves that really spoke to me, man:
Bon Iver
Perhaps the most accurate term to apply to your situation is “seriously injured and lost in the woods.”
Pavement
I have to let enough readers in the US finish it first.
In the meantime, I did a guest blog for Marshal Zeringue about what I was reading while I was writing.
John le Carre’s Smiley novels:
We’re all isolating as close contacts at the moment, so it’s a lucky thing that modern book pimping is all about the interwebz. Here’s a little Q&A I did with Paul Semel for The Shattered Skies.
It is definitely a weird thing being published in Australia by a publisher from the UK. The Shattered Skies officially dropped everywhere in the British Empire and her subject dominions today, and I've been busy doing promo work, but it's all online and mostly organised by my US publishing house.
