Today UNRELIABLE is officially published, and mostly what I feel is the same befuddling nausea that led to the novel's creation. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled and proud of this book--it's real novel and I stand by its beauty (and its flaws). Even some perceptive reviewers have noted that this book doesn't feel like a "thriller," because it isn't. It's an actual novel, meaning it was always intended to be a work of art--but works of art can be funny and entertaining and beguiling. The nausea springs from the fact that in our "winner-take-all" world, success is often mistaken for merit. Complete hacks can sell 20 million copies of a bad novel and are heralded as prophets. I wrote UNRELIABLE to pull back the curtain and reveal just how intellectually thin most commercial fiction is. I do not expect to be rewarded for this, mind you. If you read the book, thank you. I tried not to let you down.