Somewhere between Jim Krusoe, Frederick Buechner, Michel Houellebecq, and Jean Echenoz is the novel I’m trying to finish this summer. Maybe if I invite all those guys over for barbecue they’ll finish it for me?

(I can’t decide what Michel Houellebecq would be like at a backyard barbecue — either the absolute worst or the best guest ever.)

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