but i’m gonna be up in you tomorrow night, along with dorothea lasky, sasha fletcher, kseniya melnik, and amy kandathil. it’s a reading, in brooklyn, in a series called earshot at a venue called rose live music, and you can get the other details here.
denver was bananas. i’m still recovering. we sold out of the book quickfast so all i had to do was the reading (which turned out to be more of a singing, in a kind of blue-eyed soul mode) (which is nothing compared to the show the other f’proof kids put on at the afterparty — it included banjo, short-shorts (the apparel, not the literary kind), singing, and two jugs of milk).
i also got to spend a bunch of time with old friends, some of whom i haven’t seen in years (one i hadn’t seen since high school, and i didn’t even know he’d become a writer), and make some new ones.
i bought a shitload of books, some of which i hope to write about here later.
probably my favorite part was seeing adam novy read from his forthcoming novel the avian gospels. that book is gonna be fire. keep an eye out for it, for your own good.
i stopped in at the barnes and noble at penn on my lunch break monday and saw the awful possibilities on the display table. i was psyched and took a picture with my phone, but i don’t know how to get the picture from my phone to the internet. anyway, that’s the picture for this entry. it’s on the corner of the table, a stack about 4 or 5 thick, right next to a jasper fforde book. the ooze on the cover is dripping onto the table and making it sizzle and smoke a little. the other books are cowering in fear. i should go back soon and see if the store is still standing.
next weekend is chicago.
was so good to see you and read together again.
will see you on friday. really excited about that too.