10.28.2006

countdown

Just in case you're keeping track: 25 days till the new Pynchon novel hits the shelves.
I keep hanging around 375 Hudson hoping to mug a publicist and steal an ARC but so far I've only bagged three Harlen Coben novels and some tome by a guy named Eisler. Hope "rains".

13 comments:

Maya said...

I just finished "The Last Assassin." If you've picked up an ARC recently, I hope you're telling me it won't be long before it rains again.

I also have a long-standing crush on Win that prevents me from getting serious about Harlan's stand-alones. It also says a lot about the kind of men I'm attracted to. :)

Anonymous said...

You will find that Against the Day was well worth the wait.

Miss Snark said...

so...if you have a copy, I have a spare kidney. And a dog. And a grandma.

I could probably even cough up a Tarquini or two.

M. G. Tarquini said...

You could never afford the shipping.

angie said...

"I could probably even cough up a Tarquini or two."

Damn...
The woman's serious!

Michele Acker said...

Harlen Coben rocks!!

kitty said...

You could get trying to hoist that book.

kitty said...

You could get -?- trying to hoist that book.

Insert "a hernia."

Anonymous said...

This is not going to be a Thanksgiving for renewing family ties...

Anonymous said...

375 Hudson. I love that publisher. I write for them. LOL...

Hmmmm....how much Snarky lovin' would I get if I was able to call my editor and get my handsies on an advance copy? LOL!

Miss Snark said...

a lot!!!

Anonymous said...

Sweetah!

Since I love lots of Snarky lovin', I just sent off an email to my editor over there at 375 Hudson. Hopefully I'll hear back from her tomorrow morning.

Now we find out if my editor loves me as much as I love Miss Snark. LOL

Anonymous said...

Hey, last Anonymous,
Share Share, that's fair.
On the other hand, I could trade you anything on the recent Random House list.
Anyway, I'll probably do what I did before Vineland and Mason Dixon, get on line the day it comes out and clutch the first edition to my heaving chest.
Not that I'll ever finish it. I haven't actually finished anything since The Crying of Lot 49. But I owe nearly every one of my sentences to the man, plus my original desire to be a writer.
In fact, I recently sent a query to his agent (and Mrs.) for my current WIP.
Not that she responded or anything.