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@JenSeniorNY @ClaireLombardo Because her name isn’t Clark Lombardo.

Just finished @ClaireLombardo's epic "Same as it Ever Was," and I have no idea why she isn't getting the same treatment Jonathan Franzen did years ago. She writes with the same verbal dexterity, four times the psychological acuity, ten times the magic, and twenty times the heart.

For you, booksellahs

I come back to share Bookstore video of the Year ⁦@printbookstore⁩

@Marilynajohnson @TheAtlantic One of mine, too!

All three of my books were used to train generative AI systems, according to the database in @TheAtlantic story. Wait a minute....! theatlantic.com/technology/arc…

@BCDreyer Dreyer Unfettered at long last. Let the fun begin.

Anything can happen in a NYC bookstore. @mcnallyjackson youtu.be/Itl9y29oF6M

@mgoldsm This is a skill of yore, like trying to remember friends’ phone numbers.

the hallmark of a seasoned book publicist is knowing by heart which indies names technically end with bookstore, book store, book sellers, or book shop

@Cait_onthe_Luce @AhabLives It is spectacular. I have read it twice now.

@mgoldsm @spencerruchti @AhabLives We live to take care of Doubleday publicity…

@yrstrulyREL @spencerruchti @AhabLives yes but what about MY copy ruth…

@MAKeliher @AhabLives @MAKeliher you know where to find me, sir…

@Cait_onthe_Luce @AhabLives These are special Winter Institute galleys just for booksellers — very limited…

@AhabLives Hmmmm

Skyscrapers and everything.

Oh why not. (Never been a big believer in wait-and-see.) Good luck to us all. post.news/?r=Lmei2

Why am I supposed to want my Twitter archive?

@reaganart why does it feel so exhausting

Ok, I’m giving the new one a try post.news/?r=vArtC

@HuisceBeatha What a night that was 🥂🥂🥂

@likaluca sing it

@emmastraub What a beautiful tribute. Sending ❤️❤️❤️. 80s/90s memory: When you put one of his books into a customer’s hands, they always came back for more.

so much pleasure and pride. That book, and our mutual understanding, meant that when he died, I didn't doubt for a second that he knew how grateful I was to be his, and vice versa. I leave you with the sportiest Big Pete ever looked. Now go read one of his books.

Ok this is going to be long and rambling but here goes. My father, Peter Straub, died on Sunday night. He was the fucking best, and here's why, with photos: