I practically shrieked with excitement last night when I heard about Edith Pearlman, a writer who has, until now, been pretty much under the radar.

I'm firmly convinced that age is a state of mind and undaunted by the voices in my head (and elsewhere) that suggest otherwise. As for recognition? As vedic astrologer Dr. Kumar summed it up (video to follow, one of these weeks): "It's all a matter of luck ... and destiny." So recognition, smec-kognition. I'm staying steady on my path.

James Woods' glowing New Yorker review of Honeydew, the recently published collection of Pearlman's short stories, gives a tempting taste of what all the excitement is about.