Looking back through my last paper journal, though, it seems that I am extremely talented at coming up with alternatives that are even worse. Circuit Sky or Circuit-Graven Sky? Bleh. Skiing Down the Hüsi Elk? Even more obscure.
If anybody happened to have any brilliant notions of what to call this book, those would also be welcome, but one imagines that some minor point like reading the silly thing might be helpful there. (Then again, maybe not.
Zed was our title-man out in California. Maybe I should write to Zed.