A boudoir photo of my dog with an ARC of David Levinson's amazing new book, Tell Me How This Ends Well.

"The brooding was prolonged and inconclusive."

An apt summation of this brilliant and hysterical book from within its own pages.

It definitely reads better with a good cup of coffee.

Was there a name, a face, a man, he could pound to death for violating his wife? No, there was just Life, which authored cruelties every day but would never sign its name to the work. He punched a wall. He broke his hand.