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Literary Death Match, Nov 7 at Busby’s East in L.A.
I’ll be reading with/competing against:
Adam Novy, author of The Avian Gospels
Tracy McMillan, television writer and author of Why You’re Not Married…Yet.
Shawna Kenney, author of the Firecracker Award-winning memoir, I Was a Teenage Dominatrix, and Imposters, a book about celebrity impersonators.
This is going to be fun. It’s $10, and the first 100 tickets get a copy of PANORAMA CITY in the bargain. Because that’s the kind of guy I am. Come cheer me on, amigos.
My book tour is officially over.
This time around, I had the pleasure of reading and Q&Aing at an amazing group of thriving independent bookstores. Each bookstore provided a glimpse into a lively community of readers and writers, whether they’d been around for 20+ years (Diesel in Oakland) or had only just moved to a new location (A Room of One’s Own in Madison). As soon as I walked in the door of any of these stores, my first thought was: Yeah, I could live in this neighborhood. Then: These are my people.
I want to say thank you to each of these stores. For hosting wonderful events. For hosting me. For their commitment to good books. And, finally, for the books I picked up in each of their stores, books that will be forever intertwined in my memory with my experience of the stores themselves.
(The best thing about physical books is not the smell of the paper, the look of the type, even the heft of the book itself, but the associations they carry. That stained page, that receipt or metro card tucked between pages, that torn dust jacket–they take you back to a moment, a place, people, meals…)
Without further ado…THANK YOU:
McNally-Jackson, New York. (WOLF HALL, by Hilary Mantel)
Green Apple Books, San Francisco. (SATANTANGO, by Laszlo Krasznahorkai)
Diesel, a Bookstore, Oakland. (see Diesel, L.A. Extra thanks to John Peck for the Saint Pauli N.A.)
Diesel, a Bookstore, L.A. (I buy two books a week here. This is my home away from home.)
Prairie Lights Bookstore, Iowa City. (THE WAVES, by Virginia Woolf)
A Room of One’s Own, Madison. (BILLY LYNN’S LONG HALFTIME WALK, by Ben Fountain)
BookPeople, Austin. (THE ILIAD, by Homer)
Book Soup, West Hollywood. (ZOO TIME, by Howard Jacobson)
Skylight Books, Los Angeles. (CONSIDER THE LOBSTER, by David Foster Wallace)
If you’re in any of these cities, and you’re thinking of picking up a book, old or new, famous or obscure, resist the urge to one-click that shit to your house or your device. Head on down. TALK TO A BOOKSELLER. They don’t bite.
This seems wise & articulates something I’ve been thinking for a long time now, so I thought I’d share it.
Fiction’s abyss is silence, nada. Whereas nonfiction’s abyss is Total Noise, the seething static of every particular thing and experience, and one’s total freedom of infinite choice about what to choose to attend to and represent and connect, and how, and why, etc.
That’s David Foster Wallace, from his introduction to one of the Best American Essay series.
I’d rather contend with the abyss of silence.
When my German publisher Suhrkamp / Insel asked me to introduce myself to the German readers of PANORAMA CITY (titled EIN MANN VON WELT over there), I couldn’t resist trying to speak their language.
For the record, I speak not a word of German.
Location: Oxnard, CA, standing in for the dunes of Sylt.
Six years ago, anticipating the release of my first novel, THE INTERLOPER, I scribbled some hesitant notes toward a new thing.
Then I tossed out those notes and scribbled some more notes, less hesitant, toward what would become PANORAMA CITY.
Today, exactly today, it’s a book. I’m feeling something like parental pride. For the next month or so, I’ll be helping my novel make its way into the world, decorating its dorm room, buying it a microwave and a futon. Then it’ll be on its own for the first time.
For the moment, though, I’m trying to enjoy this bittersweet moment, both a culmination and a farewell.
I MADE A BOOK TRAILER, almost.
Folks, still sorting out some details, but I want to let everybody know what the upcoming book tour looks like for PANORAMA CITY:
(Always available on the ABOUT > EVENTS page.)
Official NY book launch:
Antoine Wilson (in Conversation with Ed Park), McNally-Jackson Bookstore, New York, NY, September 28, 2012.
L.A. sneak peek event:
West Hollywood Book Fair, “Calling of the Land” panel w/ Katie Arnoldi, Anne-Marie Kinney, Tatjana Soli, moderated by Patrick Brown. September 30, 2012, 12:45pm.
A quick Bay Area tour:
Green Apple Books, San Francisco, CA, October 2, 2012.
Diesel, a Bookstore, Oakland, CA, October 3, 2012. 7:00 pm.
L.A. Book Release Party (you’re invited!):
Diesel, a Bookstore, Los Angeles, CA, October 4, 2012. 7:00 pm (cocktails at 6:30)
For my Hollywood and Eastside peeps:
BOOK SOUP, West Hollywood, CA, October 16, 7:00 pm.
Skylight Books, Los Angeles, CA, October 17, 7:30 pm.
Prairie Lights Bookstore, Iowa City, IA, October 9, 2012.
Room of One’s Own, Madison, WI, October 10, 2012.
UT New Writers Project, Book People, Austin TX, October 11, 2012. 7:00 pm.
Miami Book Fair, November 16-18, 2012.
HOPE TO SEE YOU OUT THERE IN REAL LIFE!!!
So today I got an email from my old school writing homie John Woodward, sympathizing with my book trailer plight. Not only sympathizing, but linking to a trailer Woody himself threw together:
THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANYTHING I AM WORKING ON.
In exchange for his fine work, Woody gets my eternal gratitude.*
*Which he had already.
Some years ago, Jonathan Franzen made a terrible author video. I watched it many times and laughed. The more I watched it, though, the more it made sense to me as the ideal act of authorly rebellion…and the more I found myself sympathizing with Franzen’s concerns.
Finally, today, I recorded my cover version. Here it is in all its glory:
Here’s the original Franzen version.
To balance the scales, here’s a much better Franzen video on comic writers (re Gogol: “He was a chilly motherfucker.”):
*New York Times Editors’ Choice*
*SF Chronicle Best of 2012*
“This is a book you will hold in your head all day long, a book you will look forward to when you get home from work, a book you will still be savoring as you drift into sleep. Panorama City is often very funny. It is filled with joy and wonder, and a sort of goodness you had stopped believing might be even possible.
- PETER CAREY
buy a copy:
barnes & noble
antoine wilson * ** ***
* not my surfboard
** not my dog
*** not my apartment
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