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The Secret Origin of The Room Where It Happened

Okay, not so secret, actually. But off we go!

Politics, regional differences, compromise, improvisation and imagination are all part of the story of the making of the U.S. Capitol, whether it was deciding what materials to use, what the dome should look like, or — in this case — where to put the building in the first place.

I’m delighted to have a piece in The Washington Post today, giving you lots of details on what, exactly, led to a really important conversation in The Room Where It Happened.

Jim Henson Week in Mississippi

Kermit welcomes you to The Jim Henson Boyhood Museum in Leland, MS. (Photo by Ayrton Breckenridge)

This week, the Mississippi Clarion-Ledger is celebrating the life and work of native son Jim Henson, who was born in Greenville and spent a good part of his early childhood in nearby Leland. As part of their celebration, I got to talk with reporter Charlie Drape, an enthusiastic fan who admitted he didn’t know much of Jim’s non-Muppet projects, so I had a great time running my mouth at length to get him up to speed.

We talked so much, in fact, that Charlie very kindly wrote a bit about my journey toward becoming Jim’s biographer, before sitting down for a more substantive Q&A, in which I discussed Jim’s Mississippi roots and the creative restlessness that defined him. You can read our conversation here. (I should note an odd edit in our conversation, in which I’m reported as saying, “you could tell how intrigued [Jim] was by the length of time he spent saying the word ‘interesting.’ The longer the ‘interesting,’ the more fascinated he was.” That’s not quite what I said; I said you could tell you had his interest when he said, ‘hmmmmmm.’ And the longer the ‘hmmmmm’ the more interested he was. But no harm, no foul.)

Apparently there’s plenty more in store this week–including this photo gallery of the Jim Henson Boyhood Home exhibit in Leland–and Charlie promises a deep dive into the world of Labyrinth as well.

It’s Officially A Book

With a month to go before publication date, I got a nice surprise in the mail yesterday when a lone hardcover of The Capitol arrived, along with a nice note from my editor.

It’s officially pretty, and it’s officially A Book, complete with some final corrections and light edits (even on the very very last pass, I *still* couldn’t keep my hands off of it) and with an index and photo insert–two things that weren’t in the Advance Reading Copy. And hey! You’ll even get some photos in full color.

I wasn’t expecting to get a copy in the mail just yet, so I opened the padded envelope without hoopla or expectations–and I can vouch for the fact that holding your newest book in your hand for the first time will never not be exciting.

In Case You Missed It (And Me) . . .

First thing’s first:

Look at me!
Look at me!
I’m quoted by the BBC!

Young Dr. Seuss (Ted Geisel) at Dartmouth
Young Ted Geisel, looking serious.

It’s been 100 years (!) since young Dr. Seuss–at the time he was simply young Mr. Geisel–set foot on the campus of Oxford University, in pursuit of a doctorate in English, and I was delighted to speak with the BBC about Seuss’s time at their illustrious institution.

Alas, Geisel wasn’t a terrific student and only lasted a year there, leaving Oxford without a degree. His class notebooks are filled with more drawings and doodles than notes on Milton and Shakespeare, though he was clearly trying. Still, you don’t get Dr. Seuss without a stop at Oxford, as it’s where he met someone critical to his story: Helen Palmer, who would become his wife, first reader, fellow Beginner Books editor, and the person who looked at his Oxford notebooks and said, “You should be be drawing for a living.” You can read the rest of the story right here.

Once you’re done reading that, here’s a terrific story in the Santa Fe Pasatiempo all about Jim Henson’s time in New Mexico.

Jim Henson, looking groovy.

When I started researching Jim Henson for the biography, I knew he had filmed parts of several Muppet movies in New Mexico, but I didn’t know how much the state meant to him, and how often he visited. Imagine my surprise when I learned his father had retired to Albuquerque in the early 1970s and lived about four minutes away from my own childhood home.

New Mexico was so important to him, in fact, that he once told his son John that he felt the mountains near Taos was the “place I’m supposed to be” — and his ashes were scattered there, somewhere in the Sangre de Cristos, in 1992.

Oh, and if you’re planning on journeying to Taos to visit the specific site where his ashes were scattered, you’re out of luck in that regard–as Lisa Henson told me, “I’m pretty sure we were on someone’s private property and I don’t think we could ever find the place again.” But go visit Taos anyway; you’ll quickly come to see why Jim thought he belonged there.

A Cover, a Title, and a Pub Date

The cover to THE CAPITOL

Things are officially Official with The Capitol now, as we’ve got an official cover release from Dutton Books over on their Instagram page, with an official on sale date from Penguin Random House of June 2, 2026.

And as you can see, we’ve also got an official title for it. It was my editor who suggested swapping out my placeholder subtitle (the reliable but not terribly exciting An American Biography) with The Surprising Biography of an American Building, which I love and is *so* much more fun and much better reflects what I’m hoping to do with this unconventional biography.

Anyway, the listing for it is already showing up across several platforms, and it’s available for preorder from your favorite bookstore. You can also check out its official page on the Penguin Random House website for more information. And I thank you.

Editorial Serendipity

I just handed in the final round of edits on Capitol, and, as always, I am delighted–and so lucky–to be working with an outstanding editor. I actually have a physical reaction–an escalation in pulse rate and general excitement–when I read through the pages she’s edited because she’s just so dang good at what she does.

I’m fairly easy on an editor when it comes to the line editing side of things–my copy is pretty clean, and I’m good about taking care of all the non-fiction-mechanics like endnotes–so her edits are more like a conversation about the manuscript via comments in the margins. She’ll ask questions, urge me to make something clearer, or even just write Ha ha this is great!, which is exactly the kind of thing writers like to hear. If there’s an MST3K version of editing, she’s got the Joel seat smack in the middle.

Who is she? Her name is Jill Schwartzman, and she’s the VP and Executive Editor at Dutton Books, as well as the Editorial Director at Plume. She’s edited lots of stuff you’ve probably read–including books by Nick Offerman, Drew Barrymore, and Jeff Tweedy–and now I’m lucky that one of those books gets to be mine.

While this is the first project we’ve worked on together, we’ve actually known each other for more than a decade. Back in 2010 or so, when my agent was out pitching the proposal for Jim Henson, there were a number of publishers interested in acquiring it–which meant I got to have phone conversations with several editors to decide which publishing house and which editor I thought might be the best fit for me and for the project. One of those editors I spoke with was Jill, who was then at Ballantine Books inside Random House–and the moment we started talking, I knew Ballantine was where I wanted to be. Jill was smart and funny and interesting and pop culture savvy. We talked for a long time, and I immediately called my agent back.

“That’s the one,” I told him.

A deal was made, paperwork was signed, and the book was officially nestled in its home at Ballantine.

Alas, just as I was starting my hardcore research for Jim Henson, another really smart publisher wisely hired Jill away, fully appreciating just how brilliant and funny she was–and immediately put her in the cleanup position in their editorial batting lineup. Jill and I promised to stay in touch–which we did and we have, even as we both changed publishing houses over the last decade–and vowed that we’d try to find an opportunity to work together in the future. (Oh, and the editing duties on Jim Henson went to another editor at Ballantine who I also enjoyed working with so . . . everything came out okay.)

Flash forward nearly 15 years to 2024. After Jim Henson, I’d written two more books, one at Little, Brown, and one with Dutton–but both with the same editor, an incredibly talented fellow named John Parsley, who’s now Dutton’s editor-in-chief. But apart from being a brilliant editor, John is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet–and if there’s anyone who truly deserves to have bestowed on them one of Jim Henson’s favorite compliments–lovely–it’s John. Just a lovely guy. But also a really smart and busy one.

At one point, then, I got a call from my agent who said, “John needs to talk. He’s gonna call you.”

Now, 99 percent of the time, an editor and author deal with each other directly–there’s usually no reason to bring in your agent as a third party. No reason, that is, unless there’s something major going on, in which case they’ll usually call your agent first. In my head, then, I played out all the worst case scenarios, from Oh my god John is leaving to Oh my god they don’t like me any more and I’m going to die alone and unloved. You know–very rational stuff. But my agent could probably hear the catch in my voice as I stammered out, “What–?” because he immediately laughed and said, “No no no, it’s nothing to worry about. In fact, I think you’re gonna be really happy.”

John called me moments later to have a chat–I always love just chit-chatting with him, especially as I know he’s super busy, so I appreciate the time he spends to just flap, as they say–and after a few minutes he got to the point of the call: he’d been promoted to a new role that was going to demand a lot of his time and attention across several imprints, which was gonna make his day-to-day work as an editor tougher. “Now, I’m still your editor, dammit,” he said, laughing–but he added that he also wanted to make sure he put me and my book in the hands of another great editor who could oversee the day-to-day work of editing and steering the book through publication. And he told me he thought I’d be very happy with the editor he’d had a conversation with–a vice president and executive editor, who had agreed to add me and my project to her current roster of writers and projects.

Come on, I already gave away who it is: it’s Jill Schwartzman, who I’d wanted to work with all those years ago–and now, through a circuitous serendipity that put us back under the same editorial roof at the same time, we’ve managed to come full circle, albeit with a different project. To say I’m delighted would be an understatement; working with her has been just as fun and meaningful and educational as I thought it would be. Better, even. Plus, she’ll let me chat-chat on the phone, even when I know she’s super busy.

We’ve had some really good conversations about the book, and while I’m not sure if the last round of edits made the book any shorter (if you’ve read my stuff, you know my books tend to be on the longish side), I know they definitely made the book better. We’re now moving on to discussing photos while we put the manuscript in the hands of a copyeditor.

Oh, and did I tell you we’ve got a publication date? And a cover?

More tomorrow.

And That’s That for the (Former) Bird App

….and that’s gonna be it for Twitter/X. If you see anyone posting over there as me, it ain’t me.

So This Is How Liberty Dies….

As I noted in George Lucas: A Life, it’s about as prescient a line as Lucas ever wrote.

Grieve and get angry–Lord knows I am–but look out for each other, folks. I suspect we’re gonna need to have each other’s backs.

The Streak Is Over

And there we have it. After four years of staying COVID free, I finally came down with it over the weekend.

Fortunately, I’m vaxxed and boosted, so it seems that, so far, I’ve escaped with just a very minor case: aching neck and shoulders, an annoying cough, but not much else. I think I’ve had it since Friday, as I woke up that day feeling just slightly . . . off. But heck, I wouldn’t even have thought I had COVID–just a bad cold–if someone hadn’t described their first brush with it as “malaise,” which pretty much summed up how I felt, and prompted me to test.

Several days later, I’m feeling much better, and planning on staying away from everyone and everything until late in the week, at which point I’ll only venture out masked for a while. But my status as a NOVID has come to an end, thank you, and I will be taking no questions.

Talking Jim Henson at Our American Stories

It was a delight to sit down with Madisyn at the Our American Stories podcast to talk Jim Henson, the joy of performing, the benefit of time, and how two Muppets doing terrible things to each other sold an awful lot of Wilkins Coffee. Added bonus: Good grief! The comedian’s a bear!

You can listen here.