What’s in the trunk of your car? A box of my own books and a spare tire.
Who would play you in a movie? Who else? Richard Dreyfus
Author you love to hate: Henry James---he's responsible for so much pretension
Theme song to your life: Introduction(Chicago, from Chicago I)
What’s your porn star name? But...then everyone would know.
Favorite pair of shoes (past or present): A pair of gray Hush Puppies, circa 1972
What’s your sign? Writer Working---Do Not Disturb
What do you think your job is at Left Bank Books? I'll let you know when it feels like a job.
Connie Willis is one of the few who has ever managed genuine humor in science fiction. But she can also turn on a dime and rivet the reader in place with pulse-pounding intensity. She is altogether accomplished storyteller and fine stylist. After the knuckle-whitening tension of her last novel, the two-volume epic of time travel and the London Blitz, she returns now with something completely different---a romantic comedy. Or is it? Willis never plays with just one level. Her work is permeated by resonances top to bottom. Here she mixes social media, matchmaking, and telepathy to tell us something about our expectations in a digitized, slotted, hyper-expectant, glossy age of breathless need to make every moment Matter. Willis is prepared to open the world to our expectation and show us the unexpected consequences of our trajectories. -Mark's Holiday Staff Pick, 2016