I just returned home from a long and rather chaotic trip, driving down to Huntington Beach straight-through from Reno. To add to what should have been a nine-hour drive, I decided to take the scenic route by hopping onto Highway 120, which crosses the Sierras. Scenic indeed, but a thirteen-hour drive in all.
Diligent (okay, compulsive) soul that I am, I stumbled into the house and checked my e-mail. To my delight, the redoubtable Roger Morris had sent pictures of Shock and Awe in it's natural habitat. Here it is perched in Goldsboro Books (signed copies, I might add--DHL works wonders).
Sharp-eyed readers will note that it is in the company of Michael Stephen Fuchs' latest tome, Pandora's Sisters.
Here it is in Waterstones Oxford Street, though it has abandoned Mr Fuchs in favor of John Irving.
Roger also saw it in Foyles, though he had to make them drag a copy from the back (and they apparently insisted that it was entitled Smite the Waters--c'mon, who'd give a book a crazy title like that?) Borders suggested it might be on one of their shelving trolleys. In other words, London bookshops work about like US bookshops.
But no matter. I've seen it on the shelves (unless Roger has done some very crafty Photoshop work. He is in advertising in his spare time, you know...) But it's good enough to fool me, so I'm off to bed.