Today, self wandered all over downtown Los Angeles, introduced herself to various editors and publishers, attended a Brian Roley panel, said hi to Keith Tuma and Amy Toland of Miami University Press, bought a T-shirt from Grist, told the editors of Painted Bride Quarterly that she had submitted a story for their themed issue on Monsters, bought the latest issue of Hotel Amerika (another gorgeous cover), stopped by Juked‘s booth, said hi to Nutschell at the UCLA Extension Writers Program booth, dropped by Crab Orchard Review, heard from Nikki of Squaw Fabulous Workshop 6, never got as far as Witness or Bellingham Review.
She met the American publisher of Elena Ferrante. She regrets not having bought copies of Ferrante’s work. She’ll return to the Book Fair tomorrow and buy at least one.
She met a former UCLA Extension student, who took her to the Last Bookstore on Spring Street (where the unmistakable scent of weed wafted through the entrance), and asked if they carried E. L. James.
“Of course!” said the young woman at the cashier’s desk. She left her post, beckoning self to follow. In the section called EROTICA, the woman placed a copy of Grey in self’s hand.
Heavens to mergatroid!
Since self was already in that section, she decided to explore the shelves. And she ended up buying another book!
From the Last Bookstore, 453 Spring Street, downtown Los Angeles
Actually, self has not been enthused with Candide. When she was back in her room, and read about his second or third flogging, she almost put the book down. But the next book on her reading list, The Merseault Investigation, is not at hand.
Trouble is, self never anticipated getting through The Death of Ivan Ilyich so fast. And not only that, she never expected to dislike The Death of Ivan Ilyich. And she never expected to be so impatient with Candide. But the only other book she has at the moment is Grey. Should she start reading that?
But no! She must give Candide a chance! Self can’t even!
She forced herself to resume reading Chapter Seven: How an Old Woman Took Care of Candide, and How He Recovered That Which He Loved.
“Eat, drink, sleep,” the old woman tells Candide, over and over.
“Who are you?” Candide kept asking her. “Who has inspired you with such kindness?”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.