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A Saxophone Someplace Far Off Played

I threw a book party for John last night. His novel The Variations was displayed everywhere, daffodils on every surface and a loaded bar. A literary brawl broke out over the relevance of Chekhov, cocaine was snorted off my Ouija board, a tall young man looking for an agent pretended he wasn’t, and I made a speech for John that was all about me. When the last person left at 1:00 a.m., John and I shared a drunken kiss and walked up Sixth Avenue to a crappy hotel. Heaven.

Have a great weekend. Love, Betsy

36 Responses

  1. Jeez, can you throw one for me? I’ll book us a room in a Paris hotel…

  2. Congrats!

  3. Cocaine? How retro.

  4. Damn. You are such a good writer. Glad I found your blog.

  5. I finished The Variations the other day and loved it. Thought about writing an email, then didn’t.

    Tall young men looking for agents are assholes.

  6. I applaud you. Having been caught by disapproving work colleagues having a not so newly married snog in a supermarket, I am all in favour of displays of affection at whatever age. Isn’t snog a truly awful English word?

  7. Your party sounds amazing. It should be a scene in a film. I’d be curious to know if MaryJane made an appearance. Congratulations to you, John, and the lively guests. The right mix of revelers is always key. And there’s an art to creating the list.

  8. Beautiful book.

  9. OMG! Sounds like the perfect NY literary night. And congratulations on the book! Debut novels = hope for writers. Go forth…

  10. Sounds like a beautiful evening. Your image of the daffodils lingers in my mind, as does a cherry orchard (I’m in Chekhov’s corner), and the drunken kiss on Sixth Avenue sounds as romantic as any tender Dylan ballad. Cheers!

  11. Congratulations to John and also to you for setting aside your feelings about parties just for him.

  12. For so many reasons, you are my hero.

  13. I am glad for you.

  14. It sounds like something out of a screenplay. I hope you tuck it away.

  15. Happy for you both. Loved the drunken kiss and the crappy hotel.

  16. Whadda way to close out the month of March! And the Ouija board was there to confirm next quarter’s book sales, right?

  17. Daffodils and a loaded bar and book people. Sigh.

  18. I love this post. Can’t wait to read the book.

  19. My favorite part is that the speech for John was all about you. Now that’s marriage.


  20. “[T]he relevance of Chekhov” to what?

    That’s just my opening shot. A subject that can get me hopping up onto a soapbox real quick is “the relevance of Chekhov.”

    But while I’m still down here at floor level, it is only proper that I offer my congratulations to John for the publication of The Variations.

  21. Love there’s blogging in his book. Hilarious.

  22. I hope you took pictures.
    Congratulations to you both. I’m looking forward to reading it.

  23. I would love love love to see the scene with the tall young man pretending he’s not looking for an agent.

  24. I feel soooo… left behind, my ass is in front of me.

  25. Why didn’t you guys spring for a nice hotel–or I am missing the point?

  26. Thank you for sharing this nicely surreal celebration. Congrats again to John.

    There’s no reason the publishing journey should be as sterile as it’s become, for most. Content providers know that the bottom line is best explored in crappy hotels.

  27. A fine celebration for a fine book, deserving congratulations all ’round.

  28. Eric Clapton’s song is as close as I have ever been or will ever come to cocaine. Of course, I realize I wasn’t invited and it’s none of my business. I just have a different idea of heaven and I take a different route to get there.

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