Last night's New York reading for Best Sex Writing 2006 at Bluestockings bookshop on the Lower East Side was lovely. The store was small, but the crowd of 40 or 50 people filled it, which is the optimal condition -- much better to fill a small space than to half-fill a large space with the same number of people.
See photos of the readers.
The New York crowd was strangely quiet. At most, they merely tittered at a funny line -- not just mine, but everybody's -- as if they weren't sure it was okay to laugh. Not sure what that was about. I'm used to demonstrative SF audiences. Last fall the crowd at LitQuake laughed 15 times during my piece.
Mucho thanks to Anna who brought along three (3!) cousins. It's not easy for an other-coast performer to bring people in, so the fact that she and cousin Veronica were on the east coast at all yesterday was a stroke of luck. Then we all went out for a festive meal. Thanks also to Jeff Weinstein for directing us to that restaurant. If you need a restaurant recommendation, it never hurts to have the former restaurant critic for the Village Voice right there.
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