I’m couch-surfing this month, and I’ve finally put together all the pieces of where I’ll be sleeping and it looks something like this:
Maura Johnston -> Marc Attenberg -> Stefan Block -> Rosie Schaap -> David Goodwillie -> Julie Klausner
Thank goodness for book tours is all I have to say. That is, other people going on them so I can sleep in their beds. And people with extra bedrooms in New York, a real luxury. And people who are just nice. (I already pulled two days with Amy Benfer and family and their menagerie of pets. So sweet.)
I ain’t gonna lie, it’s going to be tricky to write. But where there’s a Yelp, there’s a way to find an awesome cafe wherever I go. Genet wrote in prison, so did Oscar Wilde. Cervantes too. I think I can handle pounding out some pages in an unfamiliar cafe.
And so ends this episode of “Middle Class Problems.”
(By the way, I’m not going to link to everyone, but you should all be reading Klausner’s memoir by now, because it is wise and funny and dirty and salacious and I really loved it. And I’ll talk more about Goodwillie’s new novel soon.)
Today I’m in Greenpoint at Cafe Grumpy where it is noisy and busy and I feel quite comforted by the bustle of Brooklyn. All that energy, I’ll take it.
Have a great weekend! Let’s all go for a nice walk together in the sun. Let’s all hold hands.
Spring, sprung.
