Before I get to anything I have an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.
I’m starting a new reading series at The Knitting Factory, this time it’s for real. The Largehearted Lit series features readers who have contributed to Largehearted Boy’s Book Notes series. They will read from their books and they will talk about music and it will be awesome and you will love it.
The first one is November 8, from 5-7 PM, and it features New York Times bestselling authors Lev Grossman and Libba Bray. The full details are here.
You will be hearing more about this over the coming weeks. I’m so thrilled to start this series!
OK. Now. On to the weekend, which was also pretty exciting.
Saturday night I held a house party for Stephen Elliott, on tour for his magnificent book The Adderall Diaries, and it was divine. (Why do I not have any decent pictures of the event? I just don’t.) About fifty people came right on time, and my apartment held up nicely under the pressure. (I think fifty is probably the most it can hold. And it was fifty well-behaved people standing perfectly still.) Stephen read beautifully, and then we all went up to the roof and watched the sunset which was, as I had hoped, insanely gorgeous, with loads of streaky deep oranges and reds, and it was as if I had planned the whole thing, which I had, but we plan a lot in our lives, and we can’t always count on it working out, especially not sunsets.
Later a bunch of us went to El Almacen, which is my new favorite restaurant in Williamsburg, one which I cannot recommend highly enough to everyone I know, except for the people with wheat allergies, or vegans. But for the rest of us, delicious lobster tacos and skirt steak await.
Then I dragged ten people to Kerry’s party in Greenpoint, where I caroused late into the night. I am paying for it still, this chilly Monday morning in Brooklyn. A scratchy throat. The gurgle of a fever. But my enthusiasm for this beautiful literary world we live in – as much as it is changing – is unstoppable.
