It’s very early days yet in terms of planning, especially as John and I are about as organised as writers tend to be, but even before we’ve officially announced the trip, David Lampe-Wilson of Mystery on Main Street, in Brattleboro, Vermont, has signed us up for a reading event on Monday, October 5. Which is very, very nice indeed.
I don’t want to overstate the significance of the trip, but here’s the truth – if I could somehow go back in time 25 years and tell that spotty, angsty, wannabe writer Declan Burke that he would one day be standing in a Vermont bookstore talking about books and writing, and specifically his own book, which had just been published in the U.S., and particularly in the company of a writer as fine as John McFetridge, then that poor unfortunate 14-year-old would very likely spontaneously combust in a paroxysm of joy. So it’s just as well I can’t.
The point being, and again it’s a cliché, but the forthcoming trip to the States, to promote THE BIG O, is literally a dream come true.
If all of that sounds embarrassingly naïve and gauche, I do apologise. But it would be dishonest to pretend to be cool about all of this. I spent my entire youth, and a goodly portion of my adulthood, striving to be cool, as most people tend to do. But now that I have the opportunity to live out a life-long dream so precious that for years I couldn’t even tell anyone about it? Screw cool.
Anyhoos, the basic itinerary is in place – Toronto, Montreal, Boston, Brattleboro, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore. If you’re a crime fic fan and you’d like to suggest an interesting venue where John and I might find a few sympathetic ears, we’d love to hear from you. If you’re a bookstore owner, ditto. And if you’re neither, but simply want to suggest some interesting book-related diversions off the beaten track, please feel free.
Finally, a word from Mr Frost, aka ‘stories to tell the grandkids’. And, yes, it’s another cliché …
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a road and I ––
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
9 comments:
Dec,
I know the southern NH area pretty well as my wife's fam is from Newburyport MA. I've always loved the fact that there's a Derry New Hampshire and a Londonderry New Hampshire within a few miles of each other. Those crazy ass Derry Micks couldnt even live with each after three thousand sea miles. Both towns have big Robert Frost links.
If you're an HP Lovecraft fan Newburyport is the place to go.
Have a good trip.
Adrian...
This sounds fantastic. It's my one regret in life not to have done more travelling, but I'm hopeful the book thing might give me a second chance. It's my own secret wish to travel by rail from New England down the east coast to wind up in Texas, or thereabouts.
Adrian - This NH Derry and Londerry you speak of - do they have a big wall between them where hooded youths gather to chuck stones at each other? And 'community workers' who 'calm the situation'?
BTW - I just made a little announcement on my blog. :)
Also, Declan, any more word on that literary festival you mentioned last week? I've been Googling and come up with nothing.
Stuart I wish that were the case. Things are peaceable nowadays but every time I go there I try to stir up trouble, molotov cocktails can be made just as easily with a Jack Daniels bottle as with Bushmills.
Famously kids from either Derry or L'Derry (I forget which) vandalised Frost's house a few months ago. Doesnt he have a poem about the importance of maintaining big walls around your house or something? The irony, the irony...
I have made no announcement on my blog, but it is my birthday today. Yipee!
Jaysus, lads, you can take the boy out of Norn Iron, but you can't take Norn Iron out of the boy ... Stuart - hearty congrats on the Harvill Secker deal, squire; nice one indeed. As for the literary festival, the official website was due to go up this week ... I'll have more on the blog whenever I get the green light. Adrian - vandalising Robert Frost's house? Bring back the birch, I say. Oh, and many happy returns, squire - what are you now, 29? Cheers, Dec
29 exactly. for the eleventh year running.
I'm 29 too, Adrian. It's a good age. I've been 29 a few times before and like it. Did Declan give you any diamonds?
diamonds, I should be so lucky, I spent my birthday cleaning up cat vomit.
And you know what's weird?
We dont have a cat.
Of course you don't have a cat, squire. The cat has you. Cheers, Dec
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