yesterday i got a starred review in publishers weekly, and a lot of wonderful people wrote to congratulate me, and i appreciated that. it’s nice when folks say nice things about my stuff.
but only kathryn knew to congratulate me on this:
i'll take it.
the top paragraph says:
Reviewed this week, new fiction from Stieg Larsson, Bret Easton Ellis, Robert B. Parker, Brunonia Barry, Tom Knox, and Nikki Turner. Plus, Ayelet Waldman tracks the fallout of an unlikely and very short-lived marriage, John Harvey delivers a solid sequel to Gone to Ground, Christian TeBordo’s fiction doesn’t get any less weird, and more.
does this mean i have a reputation?
in other news, the philadelphia readings were awesome. i think toiling in obscurity proved that jaime and jeremy have really got something going for fiction writers in town, and they also kicked ass with their own work. then me, molly gaudry, and jason napoli brooks — three fiction writers — went to chapterhouse (and on to a certain dive bar that i may be spending too much time at) and it was awesome to be able to throw down with some people (you know, the poets) responsible for getting philadelphia back on the literary map these days.
next is denver:
speaks for itself.
well, just look at it. it’s gonna be bonkers. and i think i have to wear shorts? tell your friends.
as ever, i’m happy to come read for you, as long as there’s booze. or a podium (i fidget) (it’s part of the fun for me). preferably booze and a podium. go ahead and tell me: christian dot tebordo at gmail dot com.
more or as excited to read with you than i can maybe express?
sometimes i just want to give you highfives until our hands fall away.
whatever.
fuck it.
way to be a fucking weirdo.
you may have me beat on the weird thing. i mean that in the best possible way. but i’m very good at high fives. we will kick that reading’s ass.
If I haven’t said it enough already: THANK YOU. Not just for Friday’s show, but for last year’s anniversary, and for the first show, and for not holding my 19-year-old self against my 24-year-old self.
Now, let’s make Bridesmaid t-shirts.
i took it in the best possible way. the good borough of brooklyn will have no idea what hit it when he are done hitting it. with out feet. our awesome feet of great literary prestige. and weirdness.
No, thank you! Yes, we will need Bridesmaid shirts sooner or later.
our feet will perform great feats. our weirdness will overwhelm them. brooklyn will have to retire.