Jay Ponteri Guest Blog at Powell’s Books Day Five: Invasion in the Blue Room!
I drove to Powell’s and found my memoir Wedlocked not in the Blue Room but in the Green Room, where Powell’s promotes upcoming author events (book launch last Friday), and there it was. Just like that. My book, my inside skin, my various faces, terrible and lovely, right there, available, communing with others (my friend’s book The Next Scott Nadelson), and now, a month later, Wedlocked has found its place in the Blue Room,where it communes with Proust and Pritchett, where it calls out to Mary Ruefle, Ginny Woolf, and Robert Walser or sneaks over to the poetry section (as I always do, sneaking with the softest of steps from the fiction camp to the poet’s camp), doing this on its own, separate from me, for Wedlocked for me is history; it’s yours now, and what’s present for me, what belongs to me, is the composition of this very blog, this word in this blog.
If you see me in Powell’s (you probably will), and if you happen to like Wedlocked too, feel free to ask me to read to you from the book on the spot.
I always have the desire to drop off thank you cards to the Blue Room booksellers but fear they’d think I was truly fucked up.
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