A little quote from Sondheim to round out the week. From “Sunday in the Park with George,” and the next line is “So that your work can go on exhibition.” Difference with or without distinction?
The first reading for A Star in the Face of the Sky is officially on the schedule, in New York City, at the end of October. There’s a possibility that I’m already at least double-booked for that time period. Could get ugly.
For the record, I’m not particularly fond of giving readings, and that has nothing to do with stage fright. I did a consulting gig for a number of years where it was my job to stand in front of large roomfuls of skeptical and occasionally hostile educators and convince them that there were no tricks behind the board certification process. I rather loved the combat aspects of that job, and I was damned good at it, too.
Fiction readings, alas, are significantly less testy. The audience tends to prefer to sit passively and wait for you to entertain them with the charms of your narrative prose. No pressure there. And no smug rejoinders or snappy comebacks allowed. Where’s the fun in that?
But it’s part of the cost of doing business, and I’ve been banking the frequent flyer miles for the good of the order.
So what do you say? Want me to come and get into it with your friends and neighbors? I’m a cheap and reliably hostile date. You know where to find me.