He thought of writers he loved and tried combinations of their names. Vladimir Joyce. Marcel Beckett. Franz Sterne. He made lists of such combinations, but all of them sounded ridiculous. Then he found one that did not. He wrote down, side by side, the first names of Conrad and Chekhov, and there it was, his name for the next eleven years. Joseph Anton.
Joseph Anton is excerpted in the New Yorker. Salman Rushdie will be in conversation with New Yorker Fiction Editor Deborah Treisman next Wednesday. Tickets available here.