The new book tour

Stephen Elliott reflects on his DIY book tour. This is, like, cosmic:

The peo­ple who showed up for these events had usu­ally never heard of me. They came because it was a party at their friend’s house and the friend promised to make those cup­cakes they like or was call­ing in a favor. Nobody wants to give a bad party, and tour­ing this way ensured there would be at least one per­son other than myself who would be embar­rassed if no one showed up.

The read­ings mostly went very long, over an hour with ques­tions, and peo­ple didn’t leave. We were often up dis­cussing until 1 in the morn­ing. An impor­tant part of the book is my trou­bled rela­tion­ship with my father and what I took to be his con­fes­sion to mur­der in an unpub­lished mem­oir. (I inves­ti­gated and found no evi­dence of any such killing; my father refuses to con­firm or deny it.) Fol­low­ing the read­ing, over a glass of wine or slice of cake or noth­ing at all, peo­ple told me about their own dif­fi­cult rela­tion­ships with fam­ily mem­bers, peo­ple they couldn’t for­give or who wouldn’t for­give them. In a weird way the read­ings began to feel like an exten­sion of the book.

Seems to me that the very first line and the very last line of that block­quote both encap­su­late very impor­tant ideas. Maybe break­through ideas.

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