The story of my grandmother, my first novel (chocked with sex), and another sort of first book, just published on Huffington Post's Book Page:
My grandmother never used to phone me, so when I heard her voice on the phone that night in 1985, I was startled.
"I just read your book," she said sharply, "and I don't like it." She meant my first novel, Slow Dancing, which had recently been published by Knopf and greeted with far more attention than I had expected, "When are you going to write a book your grandmother will like?"
I knew what she meant: the book was filled with sex -- the pre-marital kind -- and references to it, beginning with the opening line. MORE...