Caitlín R. Kiernan

By the way, I've just picked up Daughter of the Hounds again; I didn't stop reading it because I didn't enjoy it, but wanted to save it, for some reason. Maybe because it is an intense thing to read about a place you live. (The train tunnel under Benefit Street is part of the local mythology; some friends of mine did shows there a long time ago, with giant puppets and costumes; there was a riot and fire at some point. I just realized that I should send DotH to one of them for that reason; he lives in Texas right now, and I needed to send him a trade for an amazing black metal/punk tape, anyway.) "Silk" was like that - I happened to read it at a time when a friend in Georgia was making me think of my roots, in Colorado. This was not a major thing about the experience of the book, which of course I liked for other reasons; but I think it helped me, in an odd way, as I think Daughter of the Hounds has just now; I felt a new energy last night to finish some comics, and the one I feel the most guilty about abandoning happens to include people who live in tunnels. That might have come from "The Burrow" by Kafka, though it's not very similar to that, or your book; it just really helps to be engrossed by a story that has a sort of personal reverberation, when trying to give life to something. Again, I'm enjoying story for itself; I guess my only point is about how some books have special timing.