I wasn’t aware of this before, but as an official participant in the International Festival of Authors, I am entitled to a list of all the e-mail addresses of all the other participants.
Whether this is for the purpose of continuing an angry backstage argument about Henry James, to make a shamefaced apology for a late-night tryst (and/or to arrange another one), to send a long, jokey, self-deprecating message about how “a blurb from you would be great, and of course I would reciprocate the minute my book’s a bestseller, LOL,” or to secure admittance to the Order of Freemasons, I have no idea.
But my list arrived in the mail the other day. I’m in.
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Dear Farley,
You are hardcore! Seriously! How do you live out there with all those dogs n' shit!
your fan, Nathan.
So can I be your friend now?
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