Message

Everything is a mixture of reality and illusion. The world, the next world, my book and my person too...

Back to reality

Three weeks of carelessness. Photos coming soon!

Monastery of the book

larvatus prodeo

I'm starting to enjoy in a perverse way as I reject the interviews. By e-mail sent my answers to a university newspaper, but when the Chronicle's (!!!) reporter asked me to answers, on impulse I wrote: larvatus prodeo. I borrowed this motto from Descartes, it means: I step with mask before you.

Damn typo, damn critics

I'm very angry, I found a typo in the book. I called Joyce, but she did not take it seriously enough. I called Mr. Palmer, he assured me that the proofreader involved will be reprimanded. I don't want to harm anyone, but... Criticisms are often referred to me as a Dan Brown successor. This is flattering in a sense, but I do not want to create in his shadow. 

17000!

The numbers are encouraging! In he first week 17000 pieces sold. When I wrote the book, I told myself I would be happy if 1000 readers accompanied Larkin, so this dream has been exceeded.

Cursed numbers

Every day I call the publisher to ask how many they have sold of Labyrinth. Of course I know they need more time to process it, but I just can't stand the tension.