It was 2003 and I had a big New York agent representing a work of fiction I’d written, a long novel about living in the age of global terrorism. It was supposed to be my debut. But you could sense the fear of the publishing establishment. Why take a risk on a first-time novelist writing about a future attack on an American city—at precisely the moment when the country was preparing for an endless war? And who the hell is John Tessitore?
The long, slow birth of Jigsaw Men
The long, slow birth of Jigsaw Men
The long, slow birth of Jigsaw Men
It was 2003 and I had a big New York agent representing a work of fiction I’d written, a long novel about living in the age of global terrorism. It was supposed to be my debut. But you could sense the fear of the publishing establishment. Why take a risk on a first-time novelist writing about a future attack on an American city—at precisely the moment when the country was preparing for an endless war? And who the hell is John Tessitore?