In my first car, circa 1955. Back then they didn't know that three-year-olds should not smoke pipes.
With my parents at age nineteen. I'm the same age now as my dad was when this photo was taken.
With Mary Logue at the 1991 Edgar Awards Banquet, in the Era of Big Heavy Eyeglasses. I do not know why we had our mouths so tightly closed. Maybe we had just eaten some spinach.
This is the page for people who think that if someone wrote an interesting book, they must therefore be an interesting person. Don't you know that if you like an author's work you should hope never to meet him (or her) in person? More than once, I have admired a writer and then, upon meeting him, discovered him to be a self-involved jerk with the personality of a rabid weasel.
The good news is, you are in luck, as I am not a weasel. If I resemble any member of the Mustelidae family it would be the sea otter, because I love to eat sea urchin. And I am not rabid.
The bad news? I’m nowhere near as interesting to you as you are to yourself, and probably even less interesting to you than your lint-filled navel. Nevertheless, I am compelled by various forces to share information about myself—such as my middle name (Murray), how I like my eggs cooked (poached, or gently scrambled with fresh black Perigord truffle, please), and whether or not I believe in God.
This is also a good page for students who have an "'author report" due tomorrow morning. So here's some miscellaneous personal info. I'll be brief:
I was born in 1952 in Berkeley, California. I lived in the Bay Area until I was five, by which time I had three younger siblings. In 1958 we moved to St. Louis Park, Minnesota, where my parents continued to produce offspring. By 1964 I had four brothers and two sisters. I attended Cedar Manor Elementary School (also the alma mater of Al Franken and the Coen brothers), and eventually graduated honor-free from St. Louis Park High School. This is so tedious. Why do you keep reading?
For the next seven years I attended the Minneapolis College of Art & Design and the University of Minnesota, where I took nearly every one-level class offered, but very few three- or five-level classes. I left college without graduating, but knowing a little bit about nearly everything, and a great deal about absolutely nothing. That superficial education now serves me well at cocktail parties, and as a novelist.
After college I worked various jobs for which I was ill-suited, including sign painter, graphic artist, marketing executive, painter cap salesman, pineapple slicer, etc. Eventually, having no better options, I decided to write a novel. I finished writing Drawing Dead in 1991. Two years later it was published by Simon & Schuster.
In 2004 my novel Godless won the National Book Award for Young People's Literature. That's huge if you are a writer. It made me deliriously happy.
Today, I live with novelist and poet Mary Logue in Golden Valley, Minnesota and Stockholm, Wisconsin. We have two small dogs (are you still reading?) named Rene and Jacques.
There you have it. More than half a century compressed into a few short paragraphs. Feel free to copy and paste for your school project, but don't tell anyone I suggested it. Need to know more? Check out my FAQs page, or go here for links to interviews.