So pleased to discover my Capote book in Bookshop Santa Cruz, one of my favorite bookstores ever (I was in town to give a talk at UCSC about Elliott Smith, the subject of my next book). A very nice worker there asked me to autograph it. I did, and as I was signing, my son Henry looking over my shoulder, I said, “How do you even know I’m really the author? No jacket photo.” She said, “I was thinking the exact same thing.” For the record, I’m the author. Though there are times when it does not feel like it.