There hasn’t been much blogging recently, which isn’t to say that life hasn’t been eventful. Last week was taken up by a trip to New York, which always fires up the synapses. I think I usually walk fast, but New Yorkers zoom by at such a pace you can almost see the whizz lines, like in the comics. Although the impression was probably heightened by the fact that this time I could hardly walk at all, having done something horrendous to my back the week before. I’ve never had backache in my life, so it came as a grim shock to suddenly be in such pain that I was hobbling along with a stick, like some ancient crone in a legend. I had to beg BA for special boarding, with the babies and the wheelchairs. (I’ve seen the osteopath for some unjamming now. Magic! One or two more manipulations should fix it. Gratitude knows no bounds).
Crone issues apart, it was an intriguing few days. I met the team at Overlook Press, my US publishers, and heard about their plans for the hardback launch of THE ILLUSIONISTS on July 1. It’s quite a different experience from publication here. The book looks completely unlike the UK edition– much darker and more mysterious. Overlook is a small house, and they use ingenuity and boundless energy to get their books and authors noticed.
They hosted a chic lunch party for me to meet a group influential book trade people, including Carol Fitzgerald and her colleagues from Bookreporter, who advise eight thousand book clubs across the US, and Dawn Raffel from Reader’s Digest with eight million readers. Big numbers. The lunch was at 21 Club, a glamorous mirrored and wood-panelled cavern dating back to Prohibition days. Back then there was a system of levers that tipped the bottles of booze off the shelves and down a chute into the sewers whenever the police paid a visit.
I also had time to have dinner with my very first boyfriend, who has lived in NY for decades.
We worked out that it was exactly fifty years ago that we fell in love. Aaaaaah…
Now, barely even limping, I’m back in London and writing again. I think I have just about reached the mid-point of the new book and within and beneath the preoccupations of talking and responding and travelling, it’s what I’m thinking about…all the time, every waking moment. Is it working? Will it turn out OK?
Only time will tell.