The reading at Malaprop’s was great fun. My workshop is an excellent, funny group, and it was gratifying & meaningful to read with them. Age range in our group goes from low 20s to high 70s, and everyone’s working on a different form of long-term project, including essays, memoirs, short stories and novels, so lots of variation & voices.
We had a packed house — one of the benefits of having 10 readers, I guess. My mom was in the audience, which added a recital-like patina to the proceedings for me. I think it was the first time she’s seen me perform since 9th-grade band. Back then, I played bass clarinet and my solitary goal for the final concert was to get through “Stars and Stripes Forever” without my lips falling off. For this reading, my goals were 1. to not trip over my purse on the way to the podium, and 2. in the event that I did trip over my purse, to not use that as an excuse to bolt from the bookstore, forcing our writing program’s director Tommy Hays to announce over the microphone, “It looks like we have a runner, y’all.”
Neither of those things happened, so I say: success!
Alas, Lowell was unwilling to wear the gold-spangled blazer, black knee socks, sunglasses and accordion I had laid out for him on the bed, so I had to nix my own planned outfit (see top — even if you’ve already looked once, it’s a picture that rewards repeated viewing).
Related Link: As an end-of-semester present, our instructor, Elizabeth Lutyens, gave us copies of her favorite short story of the year, Ian McEwan’s “On Chesil Beach.”
