Pictured above are the books I used to research the Darger & Surplus novel. Not all of them, obviously. The downstairs books, the ones I was keeping in front of one of the living room windows. But they're a big chunk of the whole, somewhere between a half and a third.
Most of 'em I'm keeping. The Pelevin, the Lukyanchenko, and the Kurkov books, obviously. Maybe even the Tolstoy. But I've already boxed up a good half of 'em to go back to Book Haven (Rolf and Rikki don't appear to have a website, but you can read the bookgeek raves here) for store credit for research on the next novel.
I have reached an age where I am getting rid of good books. Which is to say that I'm perilously close to being old.
But fighting it every step of the way.
And, you ask, does that mean . . . ?
Yes, the novel is done. And sent in to my agent. So now the fun begins.
And the title? Do I have a title?
Yes, I do. Provisionally. For which reason I can say nothing until my editor, whoever he or she turns out to be, casts the final and deciding vote. But IF it turns out to be one of those suggested, rest assured that the Big Box O' Schwag (remember that word? late 90s slang?) will go to the nominator.