Please join me tonight at the Main Branch of the San Francisco Public Library.
6:30 - 7:30. 100 Larkin St. at Grove. I’ll be reading from the Year of Fog, followed by a Q&A.

Plus, I saw this interesting article by Steve Rubenstein yesterday in the Chron, about wreckage from a 19th century ship that became visible on Ocean Beach yesterday.

The sea, a thing of infinite mystery, was up to its mysterious ways today on San Francisco’s Ocean Beach. At high noon, in the middle of low tide, two large pieces of a wrecked 19th century clipper ship decided to poke out above the sand and reveal their long-hidden selves to the world…The visible parts of the shipwreck were nothing more than two 10-foot-long arrangements of lumber in the shape of a V, poking about a foot or so above the shoreline near the end of Noriega Street, and separated by about 200 feet of sand. One V was the bow of the ship and the other V was the stern.

The bow and stern are from the King Philip, a ship that had the not-so-glamorous job of hauling bird manure fertilizer, and which ran aground on Ocean Beach in 1878. I love this story because it is further evidence of the mystery and beauty of Ocean Beach, a place I’m so magnetically drawn to that I set my novel there.