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Wednesday
Feb092011

From the Halls of Literary Justice

A question that kept popping up on this last round of book events (13 in 9 days) was, “Did you ever imagine you’d be traveling this much?” The answer, “Not even if I were on the run from the law…”

My event schedule is somewhere between a traveling salesman and a drug mule. I checked into a hotel for the third time and half expected to find my dirty socks under the bed. (They weren’t there, I looked).

From the Halls of Literary Justice (otherwise known as Garth Stein's house). But I did have time for a few special moments, not the least of which was a gathering of Seattle7Writers and related authors. I think there were 22 of us? No spouses or kids, just a gathering of writers: Garth Stein, Jennie Shortridge, Stephanie Kallos, Erik Larson, Kaya McLaren, Boyd Morrison—the list goes on and on. (Not counting Jess Walters, Tom Robbins, Elizabeth George, Jim Lynch, Mary Guterson and others that couldn’t make it). The evening felt like a gathering of the Justice League—or at least the SuperFriends, with more wine and fewer capes.

And later I spoke to a gathering of teachers during an in-service day. I didn’t realize the extent of the program, which included a presentation by Tom Ikeda and the Densho Foundation as well as a tour of the Wing Luke Museum and the Panama Hotel. The thought of Henry and Keiko sparking such interest still amazes me.

Speaking of amazing, Unca Harlan called yesterday. Evidently the New York Times has sent a reporter to spend a week with him for some unknown, “Harlan Ellison piece.” All I can say is—about time. Write about him now, while he’s still spitting fire, rather than eulogize him decades later. Kudos to the Times.

And on an unrelated note, I bought Nelly tickets for Rissa's 15th birthday. The mega-selling rapper is appearing in Helena, Montana of all places, which speaks volumes about our current economy. Oops, gotta run, The Rolling Stones are playing the vacant hayfield behind my neighbor's barn.

Admission is a bag of zucchini.

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Reader Comments (1)

Dangit! I'm missing The Stones again? Seriously though, sounds like you had a good time at the get-together (lack of capes notwithstanding). Next time, you ought to show up with a cape just because. At the very least, you'd be the center of attention.
February 9, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterEric Stallsworth

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