Another year, another AWP where I got too busy and lazy to make Hobart tees. Bummer.
I had a great time at AWP this past week. There were so many people to see, meet, and say hello to that it’s really kind of an impossible mission to complete. Someone should make a video game out of it to inspire kids to become writers. It would be like: I have to make it to the Hobart table before they run out of magic juice (whiskey)…I have to make it to the Sun Magazine reading to see Cheryl Strayed and get 500 points…I have to find Lindsay Hunter and give her a high five…I have to avoid that dude with the long beard who keeps submitting manuscripts to me…I have to meet the guys from McSweeney’s and have a discussion about irony for 800 points and a bronze coin with Dave Eggers’s face on it…I have to try to remember who that guy is who wrote that poem I liked in that new lit journal…AAAAAARRRRRGGGH! I’ve been stabbed by Jamie Iredell!!
My favorite AWP recap intro ever.
another office-cleaning find. turns out i DO have business cards for next AWP!
Now here comes the sad part of the story. It’s evening so the Bookfair’s clearing out, so there was nothing much to do but lean on the table and wait for the girls to show up. The whole room was like that issue of McSweeney’s made to look like a newspaper, and I didn’t know what section they’d appear in.In anticipation of AWP this week, Hobart reached into the vault and revived Daniel Torday’s Updike homage, “A&W&P.” Just as hilarious a year later. (via nouvellabooks) NOUVELLA