Reading Report: Marjorie’s Wingspan’s All Feathers and Coke Cans

At EschaCon somebody, I can’t remember who, asked me if I’d ever been interested in running for office myself. And it’s true, what I told him (or her). I’m only eloquent behind the keyboard. I quake at giving speeches in public. I dislike showing strangers my teeth.

So the idea of reading from the book in public? A little daunting.

The reading at Barbara’s was well-attended by not only friends and family who were guilted into coming (and did so generously and graciously) but some kids who looked like they were there for a class (taking notes), a couple of people who’d wandered in off the street and decided to stay (welcome!), and portions of the Internets (Hi, Earl!). In all, about 40-50 people. For a night the Sox were playing and the rain was threatening, it was pretty amazing to see the place filled, and pretty easy to talk about a project I love when facing such an interested and receptive audience.

Pictures taken by Jack Terminal (aka Mr. A) and our good friend Paul, inside (click on Read More).

Barbara’s, all warm and cozy on a drizzly autumn night. Kate the Wonderful Store Person is setting up the window display.

Reading. I gave people a kind of brief synopsis and then read pieces by Dave Neiwert and Matt Yglesias and finished up with “Self-Defenestrating Doug” by Jack K, whose stuff I like more every time I read it.

The store was set up for about 12 people, but we filled those seats and started crowding the aisle. It’s what a bookstore should be, full of words and friends and discussion. Questions afterward ranged from how to know which blogs are credible to whether blogs will take over journalism to if the Ballad of Jeff Gannon the Cockheaded Manwhore would ever have come to light without John Aravosis and of course our very own Holden.

And once the business portion of the evening was over, My Parents The Blog’s Test Republicans and my in-laws and my best friend the lovely Meg and lots of friends and family all tooled over to the local, Healy’s Westside, for some much-needed libation.

I can’t thank the local staff of the Barbara’s store enough; they eagerly accommodated the crowd and the need for more books, and were welcoming and warm. And thanks as always to my editor at William James & Co., Tom Sumner, and to everybody who came out. It’s good to see work by bloggers like the ones in the book getting some offline love.

Further events will be announced as they are finalized.