Just in from a late night of boozin’ and brawlin’ at a launch party for The Orphanmaster. I love nothing more than knocking back a few diet Cokes and confronting the author’s sib when he confessed he hadn’t read her book yet. Yeah, let’s take it outside. Was that me who said you have to be supportive of your siblings? Me, from the Cain and Abel Driving School. And there are all the people from your life like some insane Facebook page come to life, who ring around the rosy and cheer because it isn’t every day or everyone who can bring a book into the world. A book. A book. A book. Jean looked so beautiful up on the podium, taking us through a series of slides depicting New Amsterdam and Dutch habits and fashions (muffs!) of the time. It was an ingenious way of introducing the world of her novel. I could have watched a hundred more slides because she so deftly explained what was special about each one and it was infectious. I looked around at the people and everyone had their best fifth grade face on.
Someone asked how I came to represent Orphanmaster. Well, I’ll tell you. I met Jean at Columbia. She was a year ahead of me and her poetry was amazing. She was amazing, not like all the other beret wearing monsters. She was bright, alive, and had no patience for nonsense. I admired her and was intimidated by her. She shined her light on me and we became friends. And then I became her editor for her non-fiction books, and then her agent. Can you believe it. Jean! We’ve been married for 27 years. Congrats, old friend.
Do your sibs read your work?
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