Tomorrow morning at “where’s the sun”-thirty, we’ll be hitting the road for New Orleans and the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival. I suppose I should start packing, shouldn’t I?
If you’ll be down there, I’ll be giving a reading at 10am on Saturday at the Hotel Monteleone—I guess I should decide what I’m going to read, right?—and then at 1pm (same day, same place) I’ll be on a panel moderated by Candice Huber, “Creatures of the Night,” talking about the horror genre and its intersection with queerness. (I always feel smart when I use the word “intersection” and I’m not talking about streets.) Actually, I’ll probably be doing more listening than talking because the people on the panel have lots more experience than I do (but ask me sometime about the paranormal detective vampire idea I’m working on…). Anyway, if you see me, say hello!
Right, let’s move on, shall we?
“One of the great rights of the private individual is that she or he should have the power to choose when to put something out into the world: when to speak and when to be silent. As a dear friend always reminds me, Is this the hill you really want to die on? As I get older, the act of writing and making art has become inseparable from choosing what to say, when to say it, and to whom. For me, art, literature and the best journalism are not simply mirrors held up to society or the individual; aware of all that goes unspoken despite our media-saturated culture, they contribute, with conscience, to an entirely other book of history.” “The Private Self in the Public Domain” by the wonderful Madeleine Thien. If you haven’t read her novel Dogs at the Perimeter, it’s fantastic. And look forward to her new one, Do Not Say We Have Nothing, coming out this year.
“My grandmother’s bookstore was one of the most glamorous and peaceful places I could imagine.” My friend Anna Ling Kaye writes about her love for indie bookstores, something we share in spades.
Finally, go read “Sleepy Mom” at Tin House.