Sad news. David Bowman, author of two of my favorite books, Bunny Modern and Let the Dog Drive has passed away.
Let the Dog Drive is a sort of impressionistic road trip/detective/love story hybrid sort of novel. Bunny Modern is about assassin nannies in post-apocalyptic electricity-less New York. But both of those descriptions are underselling incredible weirdness and heart and idiosyncrasy of both books. Nobody wrote or writes books quite like Bowman. Reviews of both books, especially Bunny Modern, were frequently mixed or unkind. Such was the singular quality of Bowman that reviewers didn’t really know what to make of him–too literary to be straight-ahead genre, too wacky to satisfy boring readers of straight-ahead literary stuff. (Actually, I think you could say the same of Chômu, which is why I’m so thrilled they’re publishing my book.)
I happened to e-mail Bowman just a few months ago, in late January, at the behest of my friend and teacher Michael Griffith, one of the few people to write a positive review of Bunny. His response was very kind and unnecessarily encouraging of my own writing career. He called me his “first fan of the 21st century.” He said he’d written another couple of novels since Bunny (which came out in 1997) but felt like he was starting all over again in terms of trying to get them published. I hope desperately that something comes of them, but even more so, I just hope Bowman’s work isn’t forgotten.