When we were already out on the road, I got suspicious and found a pay phone from which I called the first bookstore he was supposed to have booked me into. I found out he’d never contacted it. I made more calls. He was a liar. None of the events he’d claimed to have scheduled me into existed. When I did radio interviews it turned out that the interviewers hadn’t received the copies I’d asked him to send, so they had no clue what we should talk about. He had, one way or another, decided to bury my book.
