I longed for those 500 page worlds into which I could escape until it was time to go home, back to reality. Where is that passion now? When did we trade chapters upon chapters for 140 character tweets? When did we trade actual stories for Snapchat stories? And why?
Great festivals of the arts are often large, loose, baggy monsters, as Henry James said of War and Peace. I know this because I've seen plenty of them up close and personal, as participant, attendee, or resident of the city of Austin, Texas.
Every year about this time, we in the National Capital Area experience our annual glut of book festivals. It's an embarrassment of riches. For those who are book crazy, this -- and not Christmas -- is the most wonderful time of the year.
When you're a brand-new author with a book just out, you tend to be pathologically focused -- on reviews, media and interviews and why you're not getting more reviews, media and interviews. I was in exactly this place when I showed up to read.