I’m now a member of the mile-high club.
Talk about a cheap lead. What it means is that I just did a signing at MURDER BY THE BOOK in Denver (the mile-high city, remember?) and had one of the best times of my life.
For one thing, even by the standards of independent booksellers, who are among the world’s nicest people, Lauri at MURDER BY THE BOOK is just improbably nice. Not only did she make me feel at home, but she also worked her lists and filled a bunch of chairs. When I walked into the shop an hour before the event and saw all the empty seats, I said, “Kind of optimistic, isn’t it?” and she said, “I don’t think so.”
And it wasn’t — we were close to sold out. And there were two people with all — and I mean all — of my books. Books I’d practically forgotten I wrote.
And then there was this:
That’s about fourteen pounds of cake in the form of an extremely fine novel set in Bangkok. You can’t see the spine, but it was 100% accurate. Lauri had commissioned this from a local “adult bakery” (who knew?) in honor of the evening.
Lauri with cake, writer with book.
And if all that weren’t enough, the people who showed up were kind enough let me drone on and on, and even asked questions. I came home and told my wife, “In Denver, they think I’m interesting.”
And one more absolutely great thing about the evening:
Right: Lisa Kenney; Left: Shamu the Killer Whale, trucked in from San Diego for the signing
I got to meet Lisa Kenney, she of the ridiculously good Eudaemonia blog, and her very interesting significant other, the painter Scott Mattlin. And their friend Karen Carter came along and bought a book, earning a sentence in my memoirs, and then Lisa and Scott took me out to dinner to a first-rate restaurant with an extremely high noise level where we yelled at each other for hours.
In all, I had a wonderful time. And then Scott and Lisa e-mailed me the pictures they took (those are a few of them above), and I am now on the Thought Wave Diet. When I’m hungry, I think about an orange.
Thanks to everyone — Lauri, Lisa, Scott, Karen. What a great evening.