Here's another blurb-length review of Fires, this one for The L Magazine by Mark Asch. I just read it twice and I can't tell if it's positive or negative. It's mostly content description and discussion of my age, which is annoying but not exactly out of left field. And he says, also not unreasonably, that I'm no David Lynch. Which is true. And oddly appropriate, because Lynch was reading down the street last Thursday when Kate Hunter and I read at Housing Works. In fact, if I hadn't been reading, I'd have gone to see him.
Impetus tells me the first printing shipment is, at last, on its way from Canada (where hundreds and hundreds of books have been sitting in a warehouse for weeks--sorry buyers, this is indie publishing). People who ordered from the Impetus website, your books should be shipped by Friday or Saturday. People who ordered from Amazon, your books should be shipped next week, but I'm hesitant to say that given Amazon's lumbering slowness.