Savannah Knoop had been worrying about this night for months. And she knew she'd brought it on herself. She remembered perfectly well that after San Francisco's greatest literary hoax had been exposed three years ago, she'd managed promptly and almost completely to fade away from public view, while her co-conspirator bore the brunt of the backlash. Maybe now Knoop's time had come. Maybe what awaited her tonight was not a cultural coming of age and her community's forgiving embrace, but a long-deferred comeuppance — a battery of ruthless heckling, the figurative... More >>>