I hope you found my workshops handy this residency. As I mentioned, I was traveling home the next day to help launch my latest novel, The Last Weekend.
It’s going well so far, thanks largely to an early review in the San Francisco Chronicle, which reads, in part:
Now in “The Last Weekend,” it is the shades of Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller, John Fante and other hard-drinking scribblers who haunt the pages. Mamatas knows how to the skewer the pretensions of tortured aspiring artists, but he clearly has a fondness for the masters of boozy fiction.
Mamatas finds new life in the old apocalyptic cliches, and even this late in the zombie craze, he manages to deliver a highly caustic and entertaining end-of-the-world satire. You don’t need to be a San Franciscan to appreciate “The Last Weekend,” but if you know the Bay Area, the jokes are that much funnier.
Currently, amazon is down to its last twenty copies, so if you wanted to get yourself an end-of-residency present, order now and it’ll be waiting for you at home the day after tomorrow.