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I haven't spent more than 3-4 days at a time at home since August 20, but here are  few glimpses.

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Dear Readers, the Miami Book Fair was terrific!  Was I there? I'm not sure.

 

I staggered up at 5.30 on the morning of Sunday, Novembr 8, having flown back from Chicago the day before in order to go to a wonderful concert for the Silver Anniversary of the Canadian Opera Company – at which we stayed up late. Stumbled onto the plane, on which I fell asleep. Wandered around in the new terminal in a zombieish  manner until I was finally located by the lovely Music Express driver, who de-podded me...

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The pictures: View from Kimpton Hotel Burnham window at night; Pile o'books, with Laura Baratto, Random Rep; Girl Interviewers from DePaul; beautiful chocolate box top, but Phoebe ended up with the chocs (how did that happen?) Phoebe Larmore, old-pal escort Bill Young, Anne Clark Bartlett; The singers rehearse, with Jane Bunell; "Adam One," Marc Embree, "Toby," Anne Bartlett, and "Ren," Loresa Grigsby; the actors with stage manager; Jane Bunell (pianist and music director) and Orville make...

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Every year, Bonnie Stern of Cooking with Bonnie Stern (www.bonniestern.com) selects a certain number of authors and their books. She reads the books, marking all the food passages in the text. Then she concocts recipes that go with the books. The walls of her enclave on Erskine Avenue in Toronto have many authors pictured with food and/or books. People sign up for the dinners, the authors speak, and then we eat. Bonnie provides the recipes for the dishes. which I'll insert here when I get...

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I'm not the best photographer and on-the-run snapshots always make people look a bit demented, but here they are. Jack Rabinovitch, King of the Giller; Elana Rabinovitch, She Who Must Be Obeyed, who runs the whole show, with many helpers and others; Moses Znaimer, with me & the two Drs. Lam, Marguerite and Vincent the writer; Gian Gomeshi of Q, auditioning for The Satanic Brides of Dracula; me & fellow juror of 08, Bob Rae, with Michael Ondaatje doing a cameo in the background; juror Russell...

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The Pictures:

The Ur Mole-A-Teers: LA, Orville, Ted Perlman, Nelson Bragg; NY, Orville, Ted, Ray Marchica ; Washington,  Orville, Louie Diller, Gregory McWhir; Chicago, Orville and Jane Bunell (piano).

The Hour: George Strombolopolis gets a Mole, plays piano for Mole Day Hymn performance, and is seen with Mole on shoulder and
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Hello Twitterers: There were a lot of entries, with much variety. Hard to choose! Therefore, instead of picking just five winners I have picked the ones I thought were the most telling in three different categories, for a total of eleven. I have also added an Honourable Mention, and a longer analysis by Lidwien Biekmann, the Dutch translator of The Year of the Flood. Thank you all for entering.

 

How to collect your prize:  Post a Comment to this Blog with your address on it. Only I will be...

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After the by-now-familiar 6.15 pickup and five hours of flying, I was picked up at the Austin airport by first-time Escort Jill Wilkinson, who was doing this task as a volunteer for the enormously popular Texas Book Festival – started by Laura Bush when she was the Governor's First Lady. ("Governess?" No, I guess not. Not Jane Eyre.)

By this time I was toppling over with fatigue, but Jill was more than friendly and helpful, and so were all the folks in the Omni Austin Hotel, who'd been to...

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On October 29, it was up in the morning, hot on the job, work like the devil, etc. –  beginning at 6.15am, arriving at Penn Station to find none of my books at the bookstore there, what a thrill. Did get a horrid muffin though. (This s the glamorous part. You can see in the pic how bagged-out we are…)  Then an Amtrak train to Washington, during which I tried to catch up on my blog postings, a futile effort…It's like  Sisyphus, you just keep rolling that stone uphill, and it keeps rolling...

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