I came back from Florida last Saturday to find a package from my friend Richard Dworkin. He is a friend of Lynne Tillman's, and she wrote a book called No Lease on Life. Which is a story about a poor, crime-ridden, crack-addicted apartment building on the Lower East Side -- it's actually quite funny.
It has a refrain (of sorts) of jokes throughout, which is why Richard always wanted me to read it. He had Lynne sign it to me and that was very nice of him. Normally, I'm a snob about author inscriptions if the reader and author are strangers to one another. But I love books signed to me if I know the person. Or if they arrive like they did here, surprisingly and from good friends.