Michael Chabon Writes Summer

The New York Review of Books: On 'The Mysteries of Pittsburgh': "I paced around my room in the basement, back and forth past the bookcase where my stepfather kept the books he had bought and read in his college days. All right, I told myself, take the practical side of things for a moment. Let's say that I did write a novel. Your basic, old-fashioned, here-and-now novel. Where would I write it? Novels took time, I assumed. They must require long hours of uninterrupted work. I needed a place where I could set up my computer, and spread out, and get my daily work done without distraction: Ralph's room. It had served Ralph as a room of his own; perhaps it would also serve me."