Bouchercon IV: All the schmooze that's fit to print
And I hope this one doesn't sound too much like the extended-play version of the "I see ... " routine at the end of Romper Room.
Glenn Harper, the keen critical mind behind International Noir Fiction, arrived at Bouchercon today and mingled with your humble blogkeeper and J. Kingston Pierce of The Rap Sheet. The mingling lasted just long enough for one onlooker to refer to our few square feet of the Sheraton as the center of the blogging universe. I was chuffed, but then, seeing the people whose work one respects is part of the fun of a convention. And being seen is kind of fun, too. People of accomplishment in crime fiction were coming over and introducing themselves to me as if I were a Dagger winner or something.
The schmoozing and boozing is a guilty pleasure, of course. It's fun to hang out with Sandra Ruttan for lunch and lighthearted rehash of old controversies. It's fun to hang out with Scott Phillips and Christa Faust and the Philly Poe Guy.
(Jason Goodwin and Ali Karim)
I've been a fan of authors, of course, and even of several publishers. Now, for the first time, an editor's name has become a selling point with me.
© Peter Rozovsky 2008