So there’s this online magazine called Bookslut that I’ve admired for some time. You know that sidebar over there, with the not-so-pithy description of myself? It is because of Bookslut that I call myself a book slut. A few months back, when I was in the throes of unemployment and slogging through Writer’s Block Bog, I sent out letters of inquiry to a bunch of book review magazines, and Bookslut was one them (which was a total pipe dream). None of them responded (which was not surprising).* And then, right after I started my new day job, the editor of Bookslut wrote me and said he’d like to give me a shot. I believe my response was, “I’m sorry?”

But I got over my shock, he gave me that shot, and guess what? My first Bookslut review was published today. You can read it here. The novel I got to review is a stunning debut by Kathleen Alcott called The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets. I read a lot of books–not as many as I’d like, but a lot–and I review a fair number as well. Typically, I review books that are good. Not great, but good. This one is great, and that made reviewing it an even better experience. It thrills me to no end when I get to laud the work of someone who really deserves it, and the fact that I was able to present this book on a site as heavily frequented as Bookslut‘s, well, that makes it even better than better. Yes, there is such a thing. I’ve just experienced it.


* I shouldn’t say none of them responded. One responded and told me her stable of reviewers was full, but that’s only like a half-step above a non-response.