Oh, gawd, how I love touring. Readers and writers together form the most adorable community in the world. It is so hard not to cry into one’s linen jacket when one sees an auditorium full of loving readers who gave up on an early dinner to see you.
I love to do local humor for my audience. At the Lexington Ave 92nd St Y, I joked about the Upper West Side, its enemy across the park. At Rhinecliff in Upstate New York, at a reading with Francine Prose, I joked about the perennial horror of this part of the world, the Amtrak parking lot down the street.
And Brooklyn, of course, loves to self-satirize. Before the reading, I had a delicious chicken in yogurt and dirty martini at the famed Sailor on DeKalb.
And it turned out that almost the whole waitstaff around me had journalism degrees! We talked about the capybara and the restaurant-wide admiration for the giant rodent. I think this is my new favorite place in Brooklyn.
And look at how lovely the audience at the Center for Fiction looks! Oddly enough, there were a bunch of Veras in my signing line, including Croatian Vera and Mother of Newborn Vera.
These readings have been going so well, we’re gonna do a whole bunch of them through the fall. If you’re in LA, SF, Seattle, Chicago, Toronto, Morristown and Westchester stay tuned! And if you’re in DC, Miami, Dallas, Ann Arbor, or Toledo, I’ll see you next week!
Wow Brooklyn bringing sexy back !
So is it true that you are the only literary writer making money these days? To what do you attribute that? Your good looks? Your WordPress? Your prodigious output? Martinis?