I went to my first literary party this evening - invited by an alumna who works for the small independent literary publisher whose reception it was. (No, it wasn't at the pizzeria below, but in an old brownstone in Clinton Hill. Not Ray's was on my walk over.) I don't do parties well,
but this one was quite fun. Met a bunch of people - all just by first name, though the surnames have been easy to reconstruct - who write, edit, publish or review interesting books. All were wittier and more agile small talkers than me. Several were aware of my book, which was a little terrifying. None has read it yet, though some said they would. (!)
