Without Ian Caldwell, I would never have become a writer. For thirty years, he has inspired me with his creativity, imagination, and fraternity. He helped me conceive of 12.21, and gave endlessly of his time and genius on every draft.
Jennifer Joel is the glue and tape and safety pins that hold my kludge of a professional life together. There is no better agent in the business, no more sympathetic ear in diffi cult times, and no more loyal friend.
A decade ago, Susan Kamil at the Dial Press gave me something like the opposite of VFI, pulling me into a dream that I still haven’t woken up from. Her dedication is unparalleled, and every author should lucky enough to be tortured by her red pen. No one spent more time laboring over every aspect of 12.21 than Noah Eaker—he’ll likely give me notes on these acknowledgments after the fact. His brilliant editorial guidance and sense of humor were tremendous assets, despite his believing that because I live in Los Angeles I wouldn’t know “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark” came from Hamlet.
Many thanks go, too, to Dana Isaacson, who gave invaluable creative advice and pushed me to focus on the 2012 phenomenon, and to the other professionals who made the book possible: Daisy Meyrick, Jonny Geller, Clay Ezell, Sam Nicholson, Katie Sigelman, Niki Castle, Karen Fink, Theresa Zoro, Erika Greber, Hannah Elnan, Evan Camfield, Kevin Snow, Will Staehle, and Paolo Pepe.
Researching this book, I had the opportunity to consult with giants in the fields of Mayanism and medicine, and without their counsel, this book wouldn’t have been possible: Peter Harrison, Brad Schaefer, Robert Sharer, Mark Van Stone, Andy Barnett, and T. J. Kelleher.
I am awed by and incredibly grateful to my father, Jim Thomason, who suffered through so many drafts of this book, gave me insightful feedback and support, and has been a light in the darkness for so many over the last eighteen months. My stepmother, Lan Thomason, is a study in survival, and her immigrant story was an inspiration as I wrote. My stepfather, Ron Feldman, has more fortitude than anyone I know, and I will always be grateful for the unwavering dedication he has shown to my mother. Thank you as well to the rest of my family—Hyacinth and Lois Rubin, Bob, Dianne and the Michigan Thomasons, the Katzs, Hoangs, Dangs, Blounts, Nassers, Fishers and the amazing Cavanaghs.
More than any project I’ve been involved with, this one took a village. Some friends listed below read so many drafts and contributed so much that they deserve to be co-writers: Sam Shaw, Michael Olson, Samuel Baum, Laura Dave, Scott Brown, Nick Simonds, Josh Singer, Jose Llana, Jordanna Brodsky, Joanna and Ken and Phyllis Sletten, Amy Cooper,
Mark Lafferty, Andrew Paquin, John and Irina Lester, Sabah Ashraf, Katy Heiden, Adam Hootnick, the Checchi family, David and Bob Kanuth, Jac Woods, Dahvi Waller, Derek Jones, The Bakals, Nancy Lainer, Ines Kuperschmidt, all the collective Kiskers, Sarah Shetter, Joe and Susan Geraci, Jon and Sharon Stein, Claudia Garzel, Nat and Maureen Pastor, Lila Byock, Wil Pinkney, Erik Rose, Dana Settle, Kate McLean, Joe Cohen, Jamie Mandelbaum, David Hoang, Larry Wasserman and Maria Wich-Vila, Sam and Amanda Brown, Olivier and Radhika Delfosse, and Jillian Fitzgerald, whose art appears throughout the novel.
Lastly I would like to thank Michael Fisher—reader, old friend, the best brother-in-law I could hope for—who gave me no choice but to sit down and actually write the book by making a bet that ended up rendering me temporarily unable to walk.