I got into the habit of reading all the books by an author last year. That was one of the worst crafted sentences I've ever written. You get what I mean. I started off with Michael Chabon, and each week I'd devour his books on the train to work, and each Sunday I'd go to Gertrude and Alice in Bondi and buy another one. Being able to read ridiculously fast is both a blessing and a curse. It's especially bad when travelling.
I digress. So, Michael Chabon (great, by the way) and then I discovered Dave Eggers. Definitely late to the party with that guy, but how sweet it was when I discovered him. He's funny, and honest; a bit weird, utterly unpretentious. His book "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" made me alternately laugh and cry, which is rare, and wonderful.
All of which leads me to be delighted that he has written a screenplay (with his wife Venela Veder), called Away We Go. Sam Mendes is the director. I can't see how it can be anything but amazing, and I can't wait to see it.
