One particular night, before he’d hatched the idea for the novel, Whitehead found himself awoken by house guests he’d asked to spend the night.
“I heard my friends laughing downstairs and all I could think of was ‘Could you guys leave?’ The walls are very thin, so basically, the house is a no-sex house; which I make clear if people come. The spare room is made up. You can bring some greens. This is a no-sex house.”
A Colson Whitehead reading with plenty of talking, not so much reading
