Erin Morgenstern is as warm, funny and engaging a speaker as you'd expect, judging from the sort of person who'd possess her talent for writing such magical, mind-blowingly original prose. I went to her talk/reading at Anderson's Bookshop in Naperville, IL on October 11, the night before the vice presidential debate - entertainment of a totally different sort. A disturbing, soul-destroying sort that makes me wish we owned a chipper/shredder so I could have thrown myself in head-first and be done with it.
The trip there was an agony: slow, interrupted by red lights every three minutes and, with the onset of winter, the challenge of navigating unfamiliar terrain in the growing dark. But it was worth every minute of the hour and a half it took to get down there: partially due to rush hour traffic and partially, well, my inability to follow instructions printed on paper combined with a lack of motivation to fire up the GPS. In other words, my own damn stubbornness.
Thanks to my lack of front row phobia, I was able to plop myself down practically in her lap, the perfect vantage point from which to film and photograph the poor woman. I tried to do it surreptitiously, keeping my crew down to four men carrying big, white umbrellas, toting my twelve cameras so I could change as needed. Despite what witnesses say, I honestly kept my elbowing and view obstruction to a minimum. I only hit three people directly in the eye and the hospital has them listed in good, but guarded, condition. Nothing an email card can't make up for, if the temporary restraining order allows for it.
As it turned out, I was able to get some really kick arse footage of her answering a few questions. The first of them I'm posting today is about her advice on writing, for those eager to, like her, pursue their dream of selling their first novel manuscript in three weeks, shop the film rights around immediately after and become so successful it makes me want to vomit.
But she deserves every damn bit of it. Hope you enjoy.
Starting off 2012 with a bang. It's only January and I've chalked up one author reading. Daniel Handler and his illustrator Maira Kalman spoke at the Barnes & Noble in Skokie, IL this past Wednesday evening, the two of them playing off each other like a comedy act. Reader, I have seen nothing like it and the two of them had me laughing so hard I was in tears.
The two of them together were like watching a Monty Python skit, American style, complete with a PowerPoint presentation featuring a woman on a fainting couch, a picture of a lost umbrella, a napkin with four grease stains - from onion rings, of course - and more.
They've collaborated for a number of works and obviously have a wonderful working relationship. He lives in San Francisco and she in New York but they met in Bologna, Italy at a children's literature festival. The two hit it off immediately and thank goodness for that. They've created so much together but you'll have to look that up yourselves, sorry.
This was the first author reading my daughter's attended, because it's the first author she actually recognized and whose books she's read. I don't think she read all the Lemony Snicket Series of Unfortunate Events books but she read quite a lot (as did I) and saw the film with a few friends, as one of her birthday parties. One at which I came close to having a nervous breakdown - quite literally. I was already emotionally stressed from the recent devastating loss of a close friend and then had these girls running around like idiots, nearly reducing me to tears. It's a wonder I wanted to see Daniel Handler after that but years pass and yadda yadda.
She was incredibly intimidated approaching an author for the actual signing, hiding behind me as long as she could before I made her put her own book on the table. She was afraid he'd talk to her, you see, and expect her to answer. I tried convincing her authors are, for the most part, normal human beings who eat food, smell badly if they don't shower and have to breathe now and then to stay alive but she'd have none of that.
"BUT IT'S LEMONY SNICKET!" she said.
And your point is?
As it turned out all he said was, "Is this your book?" signed it, and she thanked him. He was already on to the next in line before she'd even stepped away.
Daniel and Maira were promoting their latest collaboration, Why We Broke Up. It's ostensibly a YA novel, though the two said they don't distinguish YA from adult. The audience was made up mostly of adults, so I kind of see their point. But then there were a few teens clasping copies of Lemony Snicket, as well as some with other books Kalman has illustrated.
What I found utterly fascinating was how they produced the book when they live on opposite coasts. Yes, I'm aware there's this thing called the internet, but their description of the process enthralled me. Sometimes she'd send him a picture she'd drawn and he'd write around that. Other times it would be the reverse, he'd write something and ask for a specific drawing.
I WANT THAT LIFE!
Part of the reading involved taking a "How Romantic Are You?" quiz, another first in my author event experiences. The higher the number (1 - 25) the more romantic you are.
And I scored 18! Me, 18! I would protest but this was obviously a scientific test.
Meanwhile, my daughter scored something in the range of 8 or 9. I've lived long enough to become jaded and sour and she's just 18. For some things I have no explanation.
Daniel Handler and Maira Kalman you are lovely. Thank you for the most silly author event I've yet attended, the red plastic combs we received as a bonus gift and for getting my daughter past her fear of actual writers. Thanks also for educating me as to my true romantic nature, of which I've been ignorant. And please remind me to advise my daughter's husband (when she's 35 and I allow her to marry) of her distinct lack of same.
Finally, here's a priceless bit of Daniel Handler humor for your viewing pleasure: