End in what All begins and ends in Yes;
Think then you are TO-DAY what YESTERDAY
You were TO-MORROW you shall not be less."
- Omar Khayyam
"What the hell, I've been waiting twenty years for something interesting to happen."
- Celeste, THE MANUSCRIPT
And so at long last, a week after publication actually, we had our third and final launch party. This one was put on by the truly lovely gentlemen (David and Daniel) who run Goldsboro Books in central London the UK's leading specialist in signed first editions. (I've signed something on the order of 150 of mine for them so far.) They have this fantastic tiny little space crammed with first-edition Hemingways and whatnot, in a little bookshop-stuffed alley between St. Martins Lane and Charing Cross Road. However, they rented out the restaurant across the way for this nice event. The best bit was it was the only launch party that was totally open, so I could invite as many friends and partisans as I wanted. Tons of my lovely mates turned out. Sara photographed them.
© 2006 SLPP
Afterwards, naturally, we all repaired to The Wheatsheaf in Fitzrovia (Orwell's local) for pints and good conversation. Lamentably (or not), I think everyone was far too busy drinking to hold a camera. Adaora showed up! fresh from the triumph of the debut of her feature film, RagTag at the ReelWorld Film Festival in Toronto! (And with Gigi fresh from climbing Kilimanjaro in tow, no less . . .)
Anyway, a million thanks to all who turned out, for all the really lovely support, and for making it such a fun evening. And thanks as always to all at Macmillan for being the greatest. And special thanks to Goldsboro, for being so nice to us (and for selling an awful lot of books .
And, oh, finally, I can't resist pointing out that the first (erm, not-entirely unsolicited) customer reviews are now up on the Amazon page. Cheers, guys! (Well, you know, whoever you guys are that wrote these things . . .)
While we have a second here, let me make a brief prefatory comment: I should apologise in advance for the egregious profanity in this reading. Some of my characters are a little bit, um, uncultured. Nothing to do with me, of course . . . Thanks, Sara. Okay.
"Do I always have to be bailing you motherfuckers out," FreeBSD wanted to know Um, in fact my dear mother has now left the island, so I can even use that word. Ahum. "Do I always have to be . . ."
[You'll just have to reference the book if you want to see the rest of the passage. ]