When I was in my 20s there was a woman who used to walk up and down Spadina Avenue in Toronto with posters stuck all over her declaring the rise of Swedish Socialism. No one listened. She was talking to herself. We all thought she was nuts. I am starting a novel today. Talking to myself. Perhaps I am crazy. But with people walking up and down the street with various technological wonders stuck in their ears, who is to know. I have a pretty good idea what I am going to do but these things change as one writes. I will put my efforts into these pages. Sometimes there will be art work added either because I think I might use it or because it’s a nice diversion.

The book can be described as a series of short short stories, intertwined. Throughout the book is a blog, by a character from a television sitcom, a program that appeared in the 60s called The Loves of Dobie Gillis. The blogger is his friend, Maynard G. Krebbs. I love the name.