posted by Neil
Another strange week.Not, by any means, a bad week. Just strange. Still behind on work, and shuttling between Boston and New York.
I went to New York on Friday, got there in time to catch Michael Chabon and Zadie Smith reading at the New Yorker Festival, which had brought me in. I nearly disgraced myself by fainting during Michael's reading but managed not to (it was a close thing, and a long story). Here's a too-dark photo of Michael and Zadie afterwards.
The hotel that the New Yorker was putting me up in had the best view in the world, even if you were in the bath:
On Saturday, I went and had free ice cream with Daniel Handler (as announced on this blog). I would have liked to meet author Lemony Snicket, but unfortunately he was mysteriously detained and Mr Handler showed up as his representative.
This photograph commemorates the event. I am on the left. Mr Handler is holding the ice cream.
Since this photograph was taken I have had a haircut.
The dodo skull was a present for Countess Cynthia Von Buhler, whose birthday it was. She's an illustrator and artist who also throws parties, and that night was her birthday party, and she had also decided to celebrate Amanda's and my engagement.
There were dead mermaids, and there was a carousel on the roof.
I have never been to a party like it, nor do I ever expect to go to such a party again. If you can win at parties, Cynthia (who was a mermaid, first in a bathtub, and later carried around on a bed) won.
The next morning Dana Goodyear interviewed me for the New Yorker Festival, which was hugely enjoyable. (
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