We attempted Brooklyn Book Fest. I got to see my once-a-year bud Goodloe Byron and chat with Alexander at the South End Press table. I would have loved to have spoken with Gavin Grant, but instead just bought Small Beer Press books, which is perhaps just as good for him. Those books are Hound (I'm not sure my Mom will let me borrow the copy I gifted her), Meeks and two more copies of Mothers and Other Monsters for loaning (my frothing review here).
I stopped in on one panel, "Is Beauty Painful?," with Jenny Hollowell, Peter Hedges, and Matthew Sharpe. I was in it for Sharpe, but missed his reading, of course. Then a soda machine's fan went on rendering the Q&A inaudible. I wasn't able to find his new book in all that mist.
No Colson Whitehead, no Jilian Tamaki, no Jennifer Egan. And wet books everywhere. Blah.
2 comments:
Well, I'm glad you went anyhow! As always with BBF my heart was there as well! Loving the books from the distance.
Yes! Remember how hot it was went we met? This was quite the opposite. I guess I missed the temperate years in between.
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