When I opened the Zoom, I was juggling feeding my toddler her yogurt pancakes and apologizing to Siang Lu for the chaos. We can reschedule, he said. I refused—just a few more bites and we’d be settled. He laughed and reminisced about the time his own children were that age, when he was trying to finish a book.
“Which book,” I asked. “Your debut?”
He smiled ruefully. His debut novel was The Whitewash, but the book he’d written first was actually Read Entire Article



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