Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word Author Readings. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
The latest affectation I am trying to adopt is that of avid note taker. I even bought new Field Notes notebooks just for this effort (and you can just hush it about that stack of six Moleskines in that bookcase over there. I had to buy those, they were $5 a piece. Five-dollar Moleskines! I [...]
Friday night my friend, Hypster Mom, hosted a sort of literary salon featuring J.C. Hallman author of many things, most recently the short story collection The Hospital for Bad Poets. Before he read a story he talked a little about a book he edited called, The Story About the Story. Specifically he talked about the [...]
As we stood in line waiting to get into the venue housing last night’s John Irving reading, Sister #2 set out a few ground rules. “One,” she said. “There will be no hugging. ” There was more on the list, but I was too distracted by a nine-year-old wearing heavy makeup, falling off what can [...]
She’s funny. Which wasn’t wholly unexpected because her stories are funny. But it was reassuring. She was so funny that my nephew Max, who is going to be 11 in a few weeks, laughed. A lot. And it wasn’t because she was talking about butts and/or farting. She loves Alice Munro. Really, really, really, really [...]
It isn’t often when my love of Rock & Roll collides so beautifully with my love literature. Last night it did at Arthur Phillips’ reading for the delightful, delectable, delovely The Song is You Phillips, who grew up in Minnesota, read in the huge Carl Pohlad hall at the Central Library in Minneapolis. The place [...]
Last night Jags and I went to see David Carr read at Magers & Quinn and it was awesome. It was packed. People were sitting on the floor, standing in the stacks, and lined up out of the room. It was the kind of turnout that I wish every book reading had. It was made [...]
I just wanted to remind you forgetmenots that David Carr is reading at Magers & Quinn tonight. After much hemming and hawing, I have decided to attend. I’ll be the tall girl looking uncomfortable and out of place. Say hi.
you can see where he screwed up because I made him nervous I’m having a hard time writing about the Ethan Canin reading from Wednesday night at Magers & Quinn. The combination of nerves and having my mind blown has turned my memory to Swiss cheese. I do remember standing in line with Jags, Peabo, [...]
1. Ethan Canin told me I was making him nervous. I wasn’t even doing anything creepy. All I did was introduce myself and told him that the e-mail he sent me about my post on America, America made my summer. “Now I’m nervous,” he said. He was so nervous, in fact, that he misspelled a [...]
I have long been of the belief that one should never meet their heroes because it’s bound to be disappointing. Really, what can come of a meet up with someone who you’ve invested so much in and who doesn’t know you from Adam? Well let me tell you this darling ones, I was wrong. Yeah, [...]
“I read that because I heard you were going to be here,” Joshua Furst the author of the absolutely wonderful (and challenging in a good way all books should challenge you) The Sabotage Cafe said. “Where’d you hear that?” I asked because I should not be allowed to talk to total strangers. “Oh,” he smiled. [...]
Mary Gaitskill is tiny. She wore a perfectly tailored, brown pinstriped suit (the one here. The podium came up to her chest, and she read from Veronica under the heavy, dark eyebrow of Frida Kahlo. At first I thought she came off as cold. But the more I watched her, the more I listened, Gaitskill [...]
let’s get this out of the way right off the bat. . . DOUGLAS COUPLAND HUGGED ME. me. yes me. i was hugged by DOUGLAS COUPLAND. the stink, sister #2, and i ventured to the Barnes & Noble at the Galleria in Edina to see and hear Coupland read from his latest book Eleanor Rigby. [...]
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