by Morgan on April 3, 2012
I’m alive, that is. I haven’t been blogging because things are moving full speed ahead with the bookstore.
That’s right. It’s happening. Expect an update by next week, and BE EXCITED. I’m so excited, I think my heart-rate has tripled in the last month.
In the meantime:
- For some reason, someone, somewhere, thought it would be a good idea to have me moderate a panel at the LA Times Festival of Books this year. So I’m doing it! I’ve never done this before, but I assume I just get the three authors drunk on scotch right before the panel, and then just let ‘er rip. Right? Please advise.
Sike. It’s going to be great. I hope you’ll join us on Saturday, April 21st, at the Annenberg Auditorium, at 3pm. The panel is called Fiction:Alienated Voices, with Anne-Marie Kinney, Diana Wagman, and Irvin Yalom. You can grab a panel ticket on the Festival website. I’ve been doing my pre-reading this past week, and it looks like it’s going to be a pretty interesting discussion. Or, if all goes awry, I’ll just spend the whole time talking about aliens; so either way, we be cool.
- But before the festival, on Thursday, April 19th, I’m going to be introducing Michael Kun at the release party for his new novel, Everybody Says Hello.
I love Michael Kun. I’ve said this before: I think he’s one of the funniest writers in America. I can say with certainty that the hardest I’ve ever laughed at a book was while reading Corrections To My Memoirs.
Everybody Says Hello is a sequel, of sorts, to The Locklear Letters, an absurd, fantastically funny novel comprised almost entirely of the narrator’s letters to Heather Locklear, whom he’s never met. You don’t have to read TLL to enjoy Everybody Says Hello, but I highly recommend that you do, because the in-jokes are brilliant. If you have read it, just the title Everybody Says Hello is probably enough to make you explode with laugher (it was for me, anyway).
Please come out and support a local author that I adore. The details are here. I’d love to see you. We can go for drinks afterward. Or like, shopping, on the promenade. Or whatever. Just come.