[read more about the project] [or start reading the hypertext at luminousairplanes.com]
In the fall of 2003, I wrote a novel about a young man who’s summoned back to his family home in Thebes, NY, a sleepy town in the Catskills, in order to clean the house of five generations of junk. His grandfather has just died and no one else wants the job. So he goes. This was the seed of Luminous Airplanes, a book which would surely have been easier to finish if I hadn’t been haunted by the idea that the novel could be something more, that it could extend its branches indefinitely in the vast space of the Internet. After many false starts and dead ends, Luminous Airplanes became both a book and a hypertext.