It’s not often that a book reviewer writes about a novel that features himself:

Reading the manuscript of Charlie Newton’s crime novel [Start Shooting] about a year ago, I came upon something startling. That was not unusual; Newton’s books, all set in Chicago, are full of startling things — shocking plot turns, indelible characters, brutal violence alternating with moments of strange beauty and desperate tenderness — but this was different. What made me gasp this time wasn’t a particular character or his actions but, rather, his name. Which also happened to be mine.

With a single post to Twitter, Doubleday started a new literary tradition for Thanksgiving: #LiteraryTurducken