More BEA Adventures Tomorrow
Check back tomorrow for my tales of celebrity signings, warnings from security, publisher parties, and an encounter at the L. Ron Hubbard booth.
continue readingBEA: You’re Gonna Make Yourself Sick!
Books, books, books, books, books. Books! As far as the eye can see. I step off the escalator into an orgy of books. A Caligula-number of books. Just an absolute shitload of books, free!, waiting to be devoured. Gene Simmons and Wilt Chamberlin combined didn’t have as many groupies as I, a literary nobody, now have books! Remember Scrooge…
continue readingBEA: The Field Before Us
I’m sure there is a scene in an old Conan story, maybe a Doc Savage pulp novel, about an underground city. That’s an appropriate image for walking to the edge and looking over at the BEA convention floor. More than 2,000 exhibits displaying publishing professionals from 93 countries. For the book lover, gazing upon these thousands of…
continue readingBEA: The Three Levels of Confusion
I’m not the best with following directions. I blame this on my rural upbringing where road names where largely ignored. For us, it was “Go ’til you see a red barn on the left, drive until you cross the crick, and hang a right. If you see the old Abney place with the water…
continue readingBEA: Welcome to DC
The cop pulls behind our rental car and hits the lights. It’s Friday afternoon, we’re barely moving on a crowded Connecticut Avenue, and Five-Oh decides to pull us over. Ten minutes inside DC, I haven’t even checked into my hotel yet, much less hit BEA and cops are involved. This isn’t a good omen. He…
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