The author of the quite ok selling novel Sleep(s) on Chickens will be making a unprecedented public appearance at Eason's on O'Connell Street in Dublin, then later in the afternoon at Barnes and Noble at Union Square in New York City.
The reason for this being unprecedented is not, as we've been accused of in the past, because we were looking for a nice looking adjective to describe his appearance with, but rather becaue the author seldom sets foot outside of his house in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This has a good deal to do with the rampant scorpion problem they have in Albuquerque, and also with the fact that the author doesn't like sand, which they apparently also have quite a bit of in New Mexico.
The author has been widely acclaimed for having created a novel that makes clever use of parentheses to make it rather unclear whether he means to instruct someone to sleep on chickens, to sleep thinking on chickens, or imply that the novel has something to do with sleeping on some sort of weird chicken bed, a prospect that no doubt inspired a good number of the purchases of the book, intent on finding out just how someone would go about sleeping on chickens, not believing for a second that anyone could find it all that comfortable amongst the odd combination of feathers and beaks.
Apparently, the author will discuss what went into making the book, including a rare disclosure that originally it had been titled Sleep(s) on Chicken(s), until his editor, perhaps wisely, noted that whether there were one or many chickens involved in the myriad of possibilities the first set of parentheses alluded to, most people would still be intrigued by the first set, and not quite so much by the second. And, were the amount of chickens to be called into question, some people may veer away from the book, not caring all that much if someone were to sleep on just one chicken. It would also probably stretch most people's willing suspension of disbelief, asking them to imagine a bed made up of only one chicken, even if it were a fairly large chicken. There was also, with the extra set of parentheses, the disturbing implication that someone was telling the chicken to sleep on.
He will also likely make some connection between the situation of the parentheses, so vital to the intrigue and interest in the book, and the main character of the book, who happens to be an ex-con man, on the run from the law for a crime he committed, but one that he didn't mean to commit, in that he didn't plan it, and he wasn't wearing his crime-gloves at the time.
The main character also happens to have been killed in a car accident when he was younger, and so has committed this crime for which he's currently on the run as a ghost, which makes things all that much more awkward for both the guards and the criminal, who, I guess, if one were to be pedantic, would be considered a regular old con, instead of a con.
The author will also be signing copies of the novel for ten or fifteen minutes somewhere in Las Vegas.
disclaimer:
Please take care to note that the author of Sleep(s) on Chickens is not, and is not to be confused with, the author of Time: a novel, God Coffee, I Miss You, An Unrelated Storey: another novel, and Mongolian Wine: not, in any way, so stop asking, an illustrated history.
Sleep(s) with Chickens is not available via amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com or borders.com, nor is it likely to be anytime in the near future, owing to the author's severe disregard and mistrust of all three of those organisations, and the muddled belief that each of them represent one third of an evil syndicate that will someday betray it's true colours by holding all the scones of the world hostage in a bunker somewhere reasonably close to Albuquerque.
Yer Weekly Horoscopes. yet again, 60 times now or so.