Archive for February, 2012
I am so thrilled to be visiting Vroman's, one of the country's legendary indies. More TK.
This is, bar none, one of the most thrilling and enormous book festivals in the country, and I'm tickled that I get to go.
More later when more is made available.
I owe Mysterious Galaxy so very much. They were among the first to hop the THE MONSTERS OF TEMPLETON train, and have been unflagging in their support since. I cannot wait to visit them.
This is their Redondo Beach location, which looks divine. It's chic and sleek.
I've never been to Arkansas, but I would go anywhere the talented writer Kevin Brockmeier told me to go, and he told me to go to this event, so voila! Here we are.
I will update with more information when more information is updatable.
In the meantime, kittens, imagine this: Dan Chaon will also be there. Justin Torres. Greil Marcus. Heidi Julavits. All this to say that they have put together a humdinger this year.
I love Atlanta. Love. I have family in the area, and Atlanta has always been very supportive of my work. This event takes place in an antique brick mansion called Ivy Hall, which is rather a propos, because Arcadia is also an antique brick mansion. Perhaps there will be ghosts. I am a ghost-magnet; they stick to me like iron filings.
Perhaps, then, while I read you will see a blue flicker at the edge of your sight. Perhaps it will only be a cozy, comfortable place and I will read to my lovely friends. Perhaps there will be baked goods. Baked goods seems to be a theme of this book tour. I will try to bring it, with all bringing it entails.
This event looks wonderful. I'm not sure what the schedule is like quite yet, but it appears that I will be on a panel with the lovely David James Poissant, one of my favorite young writers. There's more to Orlando than mouse-ears, my friends.
Sometimes, I think of this event and have to get up out of my chair and do a hundred jumping-jacks just to dissipate the wave of happiness that overwhelms me.
I love Richard Russo. His books, his stories, his extremely kind heart. He's the kind of writer any young writer would love to someday be; critical darling, Pulitzer-winner, a man of extreme generosity to younger writers. He picked a story of mine for Best American Short Stories, then, when we were both in Paris for Festival America, he and his magnificent wife took the wonderful writer Ben Percy and me out to dinner. I had squid-ink pasta and delicious prosecco, and can say that that night was possibly the best I've had in my literary career. Stars in my eyes.
His daughter, Emily, is an amazing advocate for books and writers and she works at Greenlight. She is as kind as her father.
We will talk. I will bring baked goods. I will try not to talk to fast and garble all the millions of questions I have for Mr. Russo. It will be a night. A night, I say. And you, too, can bask in the warmth the great man gives off.
I'm so thrilled to be part of this extraordinary series at the New York State Writers' Institute. The events will take place at the Campus Center of the Uptown Campus of the University of Albany.
Delight. And joy.
Please join me at the lovely Colgate Bookstore a low-key Sunday conversation. Brunch for your brain!
There will be muffins. Oh, boy, there will be muffins.
My gorgeous, lovely, beautiful parents are hosting a book party at Templeton Hall on Pioneer Street in my hometown of Cooperstown. The food is always stunning there, and there will be a thoughtful conversation about writing and ARCADIA with one of my favorite people, Dr. Bill Streck.
It would please me immensely if you could come. Cooperstown is the place I love the most in the world, and it's tremendously moving how supportive of me the villagers have been.
