VA Book Roundup Part Two Alan Cheuse
The real fun of any book festival comes not in its panels, but in its social events. From catching up with an old friend over coffee to attending a big party, book business fades and book gossip increases — and when I say “gossip,” I don’t necessarily mean the negative, toxic kind. I mean connecting, chattering, and sharing.
For example, I said in my last post that Alan Cheuse was irascible during our Book Review Superstars panel. After we finished, Bella Stander asked if I could give Cheuse a ride back to the Omni, as he was driving back to his Maryland home that evening. Since I was already chauffeuring Lou Bayard, I said sure, and we all hopped into my Mini for the very short ride across town.
Unfortunately, since everyone else chose that moment to leave the UVA Bookstore parking garage, too, we three were trapped together in my little car for much longer than we’d expected. We were in close quarters. We were still wearing the faux-bling necklaces that Bella Stander had draped over our necks at the panel’s start. We had no choice. We had to…talk.
Now, Lou Bayard and I can talk each other’s ears off, and have even been known to break into song from time to time (just don’t ask about the late-night rendition of “All the Single Ladies”). But neither one of us has met Cheuse socially before, and we felt a little shy — especially after hearing him on the panel.
But you know me. I can’t just sit there and waste an opportunity to get to know an author, and Cheuse had been gracious enough to take one of his books and inscribe it to me. Before we could get to the lowest parking level, I’d discovered not only that one of his daughters went to Smith a few years after I did, and that said daughter is a fantastic publicist with whom I’ve worked several times.
A few minutes more and all three of us were having a wonderful conversation about politics, DC, children, books, reading, and more. There was no irascibility and there was no line-drawing; it was a fun, collegial chat. I’m looking forward to interviewing and working with Cheuse more in the future (although he may not agree to vogue with me a la Sasha Fierce).
Tomorrow: Dinner with agents and authors, and why knitting matters





The Brigadier suffered a badly bruised hand, the driver who slammed into me hasn’t a scratch, and I am really OK except for a minor leg fracture. I’m so grateful we’re all alive. (That photo is not really my car or our accident site, but I did have a silver Mini…)
Often visits to book festivals mean waiting patiently in line behind dozens (if not scores) of fellow readers, each of whom has arrived at that very place and moment in order to do the same thing as the others: pay homage to an author whose work has changed our lives in some way. We readers are jungle folk indeed in these moments, fiercely guarding our places in line; you can nearly see the words being rehearsed mentally: “Your Novel X saved me from despair…my mother has each of your books in all its editions…I’m writing my first book, and it’s quite similar to yours…” The authors I’ve met, spoken to, interviewed, and (occasionally, to my great benefit) befriended all acknowledge how important readers are to them — but also acknowledge that meeting all of those readers can get pretty exhausting.
colleagues from Reading Rockets on Monday to the Library of Congress (LoC) Center for the Book Partners in Reading annual networking session (again, phew). The “networking” consisted of each partner introducing his or her program for five minutes.
This morning I’m off to the 
with all of the titles you’ll want to read before attending. There will be Mixed-Bag Contests every week until 

