May Day

I forgot the really cool thing from last weekend with all of this job stuff.

I'm reading american fiction again. Jay McInerney as a matter of fact. He was the reading I went to see on Sunday. It was fabulous.

Victoria Lautmann interviewed him and she was smart and funny. He spoke my language. See, I don't know spanish or french - but I know fiction. When he was asked about his favorite Fitzgerald short stories I started mouthing the answers...

May Day
Winter Dreams
The Ice Palace
A Diamond as Big as the Ritz

It's funny - it's what I know. I get Fitzgerald references. I get barbs directed at Joyce Carol Oates. Those are my friends. My imaginary friends who have spent so many days and nights with me...I forget that its such a hard language to learn - and that the buzz - oh the buzz that I get from connecting ideas with stories.

It's amazing.

So I am trying to find Donna Tartt tonight. Just reading vintage interviews gives me an idea of the magic of words. The english language is very bulky. We have rules that do not make any sense. But those who can create entirely different worlds with those words - those are my heroes. It is just lovely to bask in their beauty. It's just lovely to know they are there.