Far from New Orleans, at the threshold of Cajun country, delayed by traffic and the weather, D and I missed David Sedaris speaking at a bookshop in our very own neighborhood last night. This morning, when I went in to collect my signed copy (and unwittingly to buy a copy of Children Playing Before A Statue Of Hercules out of pure dejection for having missed the signing), Amy said, “Oh, I remembered to find out if he is of Jewish ancestry, and no part of him is Jewish.” (We now have it on record that David Sedaris is not Jewish.) She also had to tell me that I could have come in at midnight when David was still signing books and talking to people. Ehhh, no thanks, I’m not into standing in Star Wars-like lines that loop back on themselves. Didn’t do it for Neal Stephenson, not about to do it for David Sedaris. What a sight it would have been for photographic purposes, however.
Without much else to report, I embarked on writing about the flood of feeling evoked by Khaled Hosseini’s splendid debut, The Kite Runner. Look for it in my next post. Fair warning: it will be long.
thanks for saying that! I love books but I don’t go out of my way to meet the authors myself.
One of the things I am still kicking myself about is missing an evening with Shyam Bengal at Harvard sometime in Dec 2004. It was a talk following the premiere of his latest movie Bose – the Forgotten Hero. And I am waiting to see what you have to say on Kite Runner.
Sedaris states he’s Greek Orthodox in Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. Just am finishing it up – the first work I’ve read by him.
I’m finishing that book, too, finally. Got emotionally stumped on the Brandi and parrot stories.