Things are looking great for Greg Donner, a Chicago freelance writer. He's got a terrific project, and he's met the woman of his dreams -- literally, his dreams (though they're rather odd ones). But then, one night, he falls asleep and awakes . . . to the beginning of a nightmare he just can't seem to wake up from. . . . Ishmael, the book I'm best known for, was the product of a twelve-year struggle. The book right here, Dreamer, was written during the ninth year of that struggle -- more or less to prove to myself that I really WAS a writer. Dreamer's not Ishmael, of course (nothing will ever be Ishmael), but it IS a novel, and reading it with fresh eyes -- as something written by a stranger -- published and forgotten long, long ago, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it's a damn good one.
Things are looking great for Greg Donner, a Chicago freelance writer. He's got a terrific project, and he's met the woman of his dreams -- literally, his dreams (though they're rather odd ones). But then, one night, he falls asleep and awakes . . . to the beginning of a nightmare he just can't seem to wake up from. . . . Ishmael, the book I'm best known for, was the product of a twelve-year struggle. The book right here, Dreamer, was written during the ninth year of that struggle -- more or less to prove to myself that I really WAS a writer. Dreamer's not Ishmael, of course (nothing will ever be Ishmael), but it IS a novel, and reading it with fresh eyes -- as something written by a stranger -- published and forgotten long, long ago, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it's a damn good one.
