But fan mail that combines a near-death experience with a whiff of blasphemy?
Wow! This was sent by Ethan and Rowan Eshbaugh-Soha, who along with their mom Michelle, have written their own book. It’s called “Food Wars: A Noodle of Hope.” The novel is a bit like a quality book version of the movie “Space Balls” — and it’s really, really funny! I gave it five stars at Amazon. Thanks, Eshbaugh-Sohas!
“I needed a drink. I needed life insurance. I needed a vacation. What I had were sweatbands, Reeboks, and a midriff-baring crop top. I put them on and went into the room.”
My funny piece about a private investigator/Zumba leader is up, and I couldn’t be happier. I mean, heck, I even got to share the home page with a writer I really admire: Jonathan Lethem. Take a look!
This photo makes me mad because I specifically said NO PAPARAZZI!
Want to hear something good? Community Partners for Affordable Housing is a nonprofit that works to get people in homes. That’s good! I appreciate their work, and I’m grateful that I was invited to their authors’ event called HomeWord Bound. This year’s roster of writers included Omar El Akkad (American War), Willie Vlautin (Lean on Pete) and Robert H. Wilson (Robocolypse). The keynote speaker was the amazing Rene Denfeld (The Enchanted). And a special highlight of the evening for me was when I got to read a long poem that ended with an obscure CPAP machine joke. Thank you for the invite, Tracy Stepp!
With Rene Denfeld.
“So this is a fork, huh? Well, I guess I’m ready to have the ‘tine of my life’! Haha, kill me now.”
Yesterday, I was lucky enough to speak with 425 young writers who came from all over the state for the Oregon Writing Festival at Portland State University! It was amazing — I wish I could explain how inspirational and funny and heartwarming these students are, but I ain’t got the words. (Some writer I am!)
That’s a LOT of empty chairs!
*ulp*
A student brought her copy of one of my books to get signed. (But I wonder if she’s really read it?)
I react in terror to a simple question about the airspeed velocity of an unladen European swallow.
Have you ever heard of a show called “Property Brothers“? Its host, Jonathan Scott, was reading something familiar at the end of a recent episode: The Pocket Guide of Girl Stuff!
Photo by Elaine C.!
I got to work at Powell’s Books over the holidays. The Oregonian published my article on the experience; read it here! (Or just look below the photo.)
The things I learned when I became a bookseller
The boy was nose-deep in a book about a narwhal, and he wasn’t about to hand it over.
“You need to put that on the counter so I can buy it, Jack,” said his mother.
Jack’s knuckles whitened as he shot us a distrustful look. “But then I’ll lose my place.”
Cue the Western music. It was a standoff.
I was temping at Powell’s Books for the holidays after a friend suggested that every writer should experience working in a bookstore. Now, confronted with the dilemma of Jack and the narwhal, I reviewed some observations from my short time on the job to see if any might be of use.
I had wondered how long it would take to see someone I knew at the bookstore.
The answer: 30 minutes. That’s how much time elapsed my first day before someone called out, “Hey, Bart!” It was Lisa, a neighbor whose house I could easily hit with a water balloon from our backyard. (Could. But haven’t.)
In the following days, I’d see friends, colleagues, former students, writers, fellow heavy-metal devotees and the first principal I worked for after moving to Portland in 1995. Because Powell’s is a tourist attraction for readers worldwide, I also met people from South America, Europe, Africa, Asia and New Jersey. And I sincerely enjoyed a conversation about druids with an Australian gentleman who had an oak tree tattooed across his face.
If current events ever get you down, visit the kids’ section at your local bookstore. Just make sure your dental plan is current because youngsters reading aloud to each other (or to stuffed animals) are so sweet, you’ll be at risk for cavities.
Lots of cavities.
“You’re doing great work.”
“Thank you for being here today!”
“Yes, that’s a very nice shirt.”
These are just some of the unsolicited compliments I got from customers. (Okay, that last comment was solicited.) It wasn’t that I was doing anything special. People were just in a good mood. Even as the crowds swelled and the checkout line lengthened, sunny dispositions prevailed.
Maybe people who read books are more likely to be friendly and polite. Or perhaps it was simply a contagion of holiday cheer. Either way, I felt good about my shirt.
Both the 44th and 45th presidents had a major impact on book sales this season. First, Pete Souza’s coffee-table book, Obama: An Intimate Portrait sold out in December. The following month, customers waited in line outside for two hours to buy the first copies of Michael Wolff’s profile of the Trump White House, Fire and Fury.
One afternoon, a customer accosted me with a complaint.
Man: I can’t believe this store has only two Harper Lee titles!
Me: …
Man (expectantly): …
Me: It’d be a nice trick if we had three, wouldn’t it?
Man (grinning): It would!
This scenario played out a number of times:
A customer pushes her purchases across the counter, furtively glancing around and whispering, “Oh-god-I-think-I-lost-them-but-they’ll-be-back-soon-hurry-hide-it-here-they-come.”
This is what happens when you shop for the people you’re shopping with. Fortunately, my natural talent for skulduggery is a professional strength in situations like this.
Speaking of skulduggery, let’s get back to my standoff with Jack. How could I induce him to relinquish his narwhal book? By offering him a sticker? A bookmark? Free shipping?
But before I could act, Jack simply handed me the book. “It’s okay,” he said. “I know my place.”
I glanced around at the brightly lit stacks of books surrounding us.
“Me, too,” I said.
I was recently part of a panel discussion for the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association. (Why? Because I’m an expert.) During the talk, I learned how important it is for authors to have a recent, professional headshot. So it’s time to reluctantly say goodbye to my previous recent headshot…
… and replace it with something more professional:
Voilà!
Publisher’s Weekly ran an article on this event; it included this blurb:
AM Northwest demonstration with Caleb Sohigian about The Pocket Guide to Magic!
For the third promotional video that I shot for The Pocket Guide to Mischief, I used a different cast. In this case, Lee is the “troublemaker” — but remember, he’s only acting!
This is the second of three promotional videos I made for The Pocket Guide to Mischief. We had a lot of fun shooting these!