@alexnazaryan
HUMOR ME: Boyle at home in California. His new book satirizes the possibility of humanity escaping a ruined Earth.
IT WAS ONE of those perfect Southern California afternoons, the sun peeking through a thick grove of trees, the air just a touch autumnal. I was eating lunch with the novelist T.C. Boyle in the backyard of his Frank Lloyd Wright– designed house in Montecito, the posh enclave of Santa Barbara where he has lived for more than two decades, raising three children with his wife of 42 years. His black puli, Ilka, played happily on the deck.