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Reports
from the Road
We've
been curious about what goes on when authors are out on the road, reading and
signing their books. We keep a listing of some of the events
at BookSense.com, but we generally only get to readings in the New York area.
So we asked a few
authors if they would send us tour diaries. This first one is by Kelly Link
(Stranger
Things Happen). Kelly is touring with Shelley Jackson (The
Melancholy of Anatomy). They are driving across the country reading
from their debut short-story collections on a 16-bookshop tour that has taken
them from their hometown of Brooklyn, NY, to great independent bookshops in
Cleveland, Chicago, San Francisco, and Seattle.
Day
Two: Cleveland to Chicago
by Kelly Link
We
drive to Chicago. We listen to The Magnetic Fields' "69 Love Songs." Shelley
writes her journal for Boldtype.com
and practices her guitar. I now have Shelley's voice, singing Shelley's hospital
song, stuck in my head.
The leeches
in sleep/were as peaceful as sheep
This isn't a bad
thing.
Some of Shelley's
long orange hairs stand upright, waving out of the air vents in the dashboard.
They give the dashboard a fringed, festive appearance. Little My, perched beside
the radio, glares backward, down the road behind us.
We get to Chicago
just as my friends Lynne and Tom Casey are leaving for an appointment with her
obstetrician. I get to see ultrasound pictures. The blurry, watery, vaguely
military look of ultrasounds always makes me feel as if the pictures were taken
down in a submarine, off the coast of Iceland, by a lab technician nervously
scanning the radar equipment for Russians or aliens or babies -- Look! It's
dancing!
Shelley
and I drop by Women & Children
First, Andersonville's local bookstore, and one of my very favorite independent
bookstores. We introduce ourselves to the owner, and explain that we have written
books. This always feels awkward, embarrassing, even, as if we might be lying
-- lunatics, perhaps, who must be humored -- or perhaps just mistaken. Have
we really written books? Have they really been published? (Shelley says, before
we go in, "What if they ask for our IDs?" We decide it might be amusing to pretend
to be other authors and sign other books, but not here, not today.)
Murphy
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They don't have
our books, but we have Lynne's dog Murphy, who is charmingly hideous, on a leash:
Murphy looks like a lamprey eel in a furry coat, and also Queen Victoria. The
owner of Women and Children First is understandably more interested in Murphy
than in our (possibly imaginary) books. We all fuss over Murphy, who has not
written a book. Murphy will never write a book. I buy Lynne a copy of A. E.
Frank's young adult novel, Life
is Funny, and Bel
Canto, by Anne Patchett.
Lynne
and Tom come home and we all (except for Murphy) go to Quimby's[2].
I am in heaven. There is time to browse through the books and zines and to talk
to various friends who have come to the reading. Quimby's staff, Hannah and
Liz (who puts out the zine Caboose), tell us cautionary stories about
other readings. We ask for names. They demur, smiling, but give us beer and
water and gift certificates, which I spend on zines, and comic books by Andi
Watson and Dylan
Horrocks, and several states' worth of Jerome
Pohlen's Cool Spots, USA series.
Lynne,
who is a librarian, finds a copy of The
Teenage Liberation Handbook: How to Quit School and Get a Real Life
by Grace Llewellyn. She buys it for her high school. Lynne is the coolest librarian
I know. We worked together at Avenue Victor Hugo[2], a
new-and-used bookstore in Boston -- the same bookstore where I met Gavin, who
is now my husband.
I
miss Gavin. Gavin is at home, working on our zine, Lady Churchill's Rosebud
Wristlet, or else possibly watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
[Full disclosure: He may also be working at BookSense.com! Read more here.]
Shelley reads the
appendices of her story "Phlegm." I read "The Specialist's Hat." Shelley goes
out to a dinner, and to dance, but after only two days on the road, my voice
is already tattered and hoarse, and so I go home with Lynne and Tom to drink
tea and eat avgolemono soup and potato cutlets from Andie's, a Lebanese/Greek
Andersonville restaurant. The last time I visited Lynne and Tom, I ate at Andie's
every night for a week.
We discover that
the VCR has not recorded "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." I go to bed, feeling very
sorry for myself.
I do not start
my journal.
Day
Three
Zines listed above are available from Quimby's and other bookstores.
[1] Quimby's, 1854 W. North Ave. Chicago, IL 60622 773-342-0910
http://www.quimbys.com
[2] Avenue Victor Hugo Bookshop, 339 Newbury St. Boston, MA 02115 (617) 266-7746
www.avenuevictorhugobooks.com
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