Old World
I've written another book. Well, the first draft of another book. I've been calling it "The Endgame Boss" of my memoir books, Teeth and Spine , even though I don't really know what an Endgame Boss is, but I wanted to sound young and cool. Which is counterintuitive really, as the book's about being old. It's called Old World , and it's a young person's primer on getting old, using time's depredations on my body as an example. I am "Fig. A". There is no "Fig. B". I'm every Fig, it's all in me. I know what you're thinking. I always do, you have a number of tells: tugging on your earlobe, rubbing your nose, the wet chin. "You can't write a book about being old, John. You're a young, young man. You're a tiny child, basically an infant. I'm surprised you can even walk." I'd agree with you on that last point. Every day is a bonus. I'm not properly old. There are older people than ...
