Date: Saturday, October 24th, 2009
I visited this library for a reading by Francesa Lia Block, pesky pixie author of Weetzie Bat.
I have an author worship problem; whenever I meet a writer whose work I admire I tend to get a little spazzed out... When I met Jonathan Safran Foer way back in... 2006? I got up to the book signing table, and handed him my book, the Post-it with my name on the title page, and I couldn't even talk. Couldn't say a word. I just handed him the book, gave him a wimpy little smile, and walked away. He kind of looked at me funny... he will be at the Santa Monica Public Library tomorrow talking about Eating Animals. Maybe I should go and try to not flip out. But really, has anybody seen Mr. Foer? I know he's married, but jeez louise. Can you blame me for going silent? Also, I'm vaguely annoyed about Natalie Portman's recent article on Huffington Post regarding this book; is it really fair for someone to be gorgeous, have kissed Devendra Banhardt, be a genius, and be morally awesome, too?
Anyway, I had the exact opposite effect with Ms. Block when I met her (it was a very small, intimate kind of reading; quite lovely, actually). I started talking a mile a minute about my niece, my sister, how only the very best boys we dated were Secret Agent Lover Men, a book report my sister did where we chopped all this cheapo doll's hair off so she would have a funky Weetzie-do... ridiculous.
The library itself is very nice; I have it on good authority that when it rains, because the library has a metal roof, it's quite soothing. Rainy-day ambiance is very important for libraries, in my mind; this library also has a back window that looks out over a tiny little cemetery.