Ready, Set…
Emily Gordon: …go forth into the New Yorker-ness of it all! Here’s the lineup—the sparkliest bunch of people I’ve ever been around in the course in one weekend, except maybe for the Saturday Night Live cast party my friend Scott, a tall short-filmmaker, took me to a number of years ago. The place was lousy with Jerrys and Claires and Leos and their ilk, and that night I thought, Well, I can safely move to Scotland now; I’ve seen enough celebrities to last me forever. What I didn’t understand at the time was that I had to wait just a little bit longer so that—and I’m sorry to spoil the surprise—Mikhail Baryshnikov and I could finally elope and defect. To Scotland. It’s very romantic and although I’ll be giving up my American citizenship and my tap shoes, I think, for Misha and freedom, it’s worth it.
I’m enjoying your Q&A questions, so keep sending ’em. Tomorrow night: live blogging! You’ll feel exactly as though you’re there; it’s like reality TV without the unbalanced drunks in the hot tub. In case you were wondering if I know how lucky I am to be doing all this, yeah. Totally.
22 September 2005 | uncategorized |
Readings & Talks
posted by Pearl Abraham
Up there at the B&N podium, looking out at an audience of, largely, friends and family who already know the book, I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed by it all and wondered why I, why any of us writers, do this. And though I am very grateful for friends who do show up, especially friends who have attended more than one reading, still, if I could look into the future, that is, if I were psychic, I’d hope to see that bookstore readings, meetings with the author, staged Q&A’s, or whatever variation these public events come in, will become a thing of the ridiculous past, and that books not authors will make their way to individual readers who will once again read in privacy and solitude, without the author’s spoken voice in their ears.
The week is drawing to a close and with it my postings for Beatrice. It has been fun, as always. And now, with deadlines for writer’s grants, awards, and fellowships looming, with the New Yorker festival gathering steam, and the academic semester already in full swing, not much fiction will be written in the next week or so, which should mean that the muses will be more accessible than usual. Therefore, I turn back to my novel-in-progress and hope to find wings.
22 September 2005 | uncategorized |
Our Endless and Proper Work is my new book with Belt Publishing about starting (and sticking to) a productive writing practice. 
