J. R. read Moorcock at an impressionable age and never recovered. Leiber, Vance, Ludlum, and Trevanian followed—somewhere between sword & sorcery and international thrillers, a writer emerged. He programmed IBM mainframes when he wasn't composing music. Both made it onto the page: better world-building through engineering, prose with a beat. He lives in the SF Bay Area with his partner and 519 tomatoes (May through October only. For the tomatoes—not the partner).
