The Globe and Mail: Mr. Wierzba, your debut novel The Victimage Cycle, though lost in the barrens—ahem, ahem—for an extended period of terrestrial gestation, would ultimately find a loud and enthusiastic audience wherever the finer points of literary prose and poison pen animus are concerned, though there were many who called the work unpleasant, belligerent, and alienating. Some of them may be pleased to hear that your surprisingly-rapidly-dispatched follow-up is cute in conceit and almost never bitter...more glum...in the sense we'd expect a man your age to be glum. I shan't elaborate. But it's basically a sweet detective story about a funny and wordy fuddy-dud guy who would lose his head were it not fastened to him by nature herself. The novel is episodic and there's even little sprees of abject glee. Is the change in direction here a conscious concession to readers and to book sales?
Jason Philip Wierzba: Did you just hear something?!
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