I mentioned in an earlier post that I have been championing the forthcoming literary work of a reclusive childhood friend of mine.
Lazlo Strangolov is of Romanian stock, and unlikely to emerge from his homeland to promote his forthcoming novel. Somehow, I have assumed that role on his behalf.
Feather & Bone is published next spring by Walker Books. It's an oddball folktale of mystery and suspense, though I'm not sure I can share much more for fear of receiving a stiff reprimand from the author himself. It's Lazlo's debut, after all. All I can say is that it features paranoid chickens, menacing butchers and exploding bunny rabbits.
Last week, I attended a summer party hosted by Lazlo's publisher. I like going along to these kind of things. It's an opportunity to meet everyone involved in getting your book from manuscript to bookshelf. Only this time was different. Why? Because everyone wanted to talk about Lazlo, and showed not the blindest interest in my own writing projects.
I guess I'll just have to get used to this. I'm happy that Lazlo's weird little offering has received such a positive early response. Increasingly, however, I wish my name was on the front and not his.