The Second Book versus the First
I feel like my first book, Children of Dust, was chiseled entirely out of the stalagmites and stalactites of scar tissue and suffering. Conceiving it was hard, writing it was hard, and promoting it was hard. The joy in it was the subversive sort. A laughter that you don't utter too loud because you sense that it might disorient others. My second book, Falsipedies & Fibsiennes, is so different. It is light, airy, innocent. It invites with a smile, without latching onto your back. One advance reader called it "mystic and romantic." Compare that to the "darkly comic" or "brutal" of Children of Dust. It is so hard to find in Falsipedies the author of Children of Dust. Yet I lie fermented in both. Red wine, white wine. Now I seek sommeliers that excel in tasting the varieties of spirit. Share this with others that like to sip.
Sincerely,
Ali Eteraz
Winemaker & Tavern owner










