Bring in the Jesters!
First, a reminder about an exciting event: I Just Finished will be interviewing me live on Monday, September 8 at 10:00 am (Central Standard Time). The interview is part of the website’s Coffee with an Author series, and will last an hour. You can call in and ask questions. In fact, please call in and ask questions! Here is some information about the interview, and here is the number to call if you’d like to chat: 646-716-9724.
Today was a fine day. I saw some friends, and then realized I was in the area of Forbidden Planet, so I bought the latest Buffy comic. Then I realized that I was also just a block from The Strand (an awesome bookstore), where I bought Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, Sara Zarr’s Sweethearts, and Boswell’s London Journal (that one only cost a dollar!). Boswell can be really funny. You don’t believe me, but it’s true. Take, for example, a moment when he gets an invitation from someone important, and so decides to buy new clothes. He really wants clothes with lots of lace but, he writes, “I commanded my inclination and got just a plain suit of pink color, with a gold button.”
Ok, maybe it’s not that funny. But I’m still charmed, somehow.
A few days ago, my friend Sydney threw a party in honor of The Cabinet of Wonders. Wasn’t that fabulous of her? It was like it was my birthday. People brought me flowers, and Lila even baked a coconut cake with a candle and The Cabinet of Wonders written on it. One guest describes the party here.
I was really exhausted by the end of the evening, from so much fun, and somehow forgot to take home the flowers. But because Sydney lives across the street from me, and is kind, she brought them to my apartment the next day. We chatted, and at one point she made a comment about my “medieval shoes.”
I looked down. “They’re slippers, actually, from Morocco.” They cost maybe three dollars. Everyone wears slippers there (“babouches,” they call them). Mine are maroon camel leather.
“Oh,” she said. “Well, they look like”—she raised her hands high and clapped them commandingly—”Bring in the Jesters!”
