But writing fiction is also a lying game, and it’s one that I hope I play better than poker (if for no other reason than that my readers aren’t the room with me when I say, “Whoopee!” or “Shit!). So, here’s the test: five of the following statements about myself are true and five are lies. Can you tell which are which?
(1) Like all good PIs, I carry a fragment of a bullet in my jaw.
(2) In the late 1980s, I wrote scripts for a series in which
(3) While working in a former job as a political writer, I sometimes integrated out-of-context lines from Allen Ginsberg’s Howl into politicians’ speeches just for the fun of it.
(4) My first job was picking cherries alongside migrant fruit pickers.
(5) I went to
(6) I slept with a little-known actress named Candy before I got married (and with her lesser-known sister, Semolina, after).
(7) A Guatemalan congressional deputy once swore at me in Russian.
(8) I practice Zen Buddhism.
(9) I’m afraid of airplanes.
(10) My middle name is Staley.