Folks, I am mortified. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before - I'm usually bulletproof in this regard - but somehow I became convinced that the Peter Carey event at the Hammer Museum was Wednesday night. It's not. It's tonight, May 4.
Which is great, except that I am still in NYC, only flying back late this afternoon. I plead considerable personal disarray and hope all concerned will forgive me, but please do get over to the Hammer tonight, where I am certain Mona Simpson will lead an engaging conversation with one of our greatest living novelists.
I'm sorry to hear about this. I'm on the other side of the country, so I wasn't going regardless, but I know how much you were looking forward to it and I can't imagine how I'd feel doing the same (and it is likely something I could do).
I recently picked up a copy of one of his books (I think it was My Life as a Fake, but I bought it with two dozen other books, so I'm not certain...), the first for me. I'll get to it someday...
Posted by: P.T.Smith | May 04, 2010 at 10:40 AM
I remembered your saying it was the 4th, which always meant Tuesday to me. So don't kick yourself.
Posted by: Niall | May 04, 2010 at 11:06 AM
Like P. T. Smith, I missed it too. I was busy watering the plants, writing the three hours, having the turkey on whole wheat, and then reading, napping, scanning the day's mail, tossing the latest rejection letter. Which proves that when you're busy, whether across the country or half way like me, it's hard to jet yourself going.
Posted by: Ward | May 04, 2010 at 11:44 AM
Don't be too hard on yourself, Mark. After all, you didn't have an iPhone :). Seriously, we all do stuff like this once in a while. I'm only sorry that you're missing at chance to talk with one of your faves.
Posted by: Martha Southgate | May 05, 2010 at 05:52 AM