January 11, 2008


Nigel Beale

Mark, I'd like to review your book. How can I get a hold of a review copy? By contacting Canongate in England?



Wait... your French agent was laughing at the English original, or the French translation? (Because if the former, as it sounds, what will really matter is if the translator gets the humor and can render it in French...)

Nigel Beale

Hi again Mark, sorry to use this public forum to bug you, please feel free to delete this comment, but I'm very keen to get a review copy of Wood's How Fiction Works. Contacted Jonathan Cape several days ago but haven't heard back. Do you know of a quicker route?

Thanks again for this, and for the vicarious ever so slightly envy tinged pleasure I'm experiencing via your blog re your successes.



Wow, that is really exciting news, after learning about your blog, reading it, and referencing it in my thesis on literature and blogging I have to say that I am very excited to hear about the publishing.

Looking forward to the release...



Thank you so much! I'm so excited to read it, I can't wait!


Don't forget to include appearances here in NorCal! The Bay Area and our many independent booksellers await you.


I will be at Book Passage in the Ferry Building - we're just waiting on the confirmed date.

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