Back in London now.
Seems I spent most of the weekend driving racking up an impressive 600 miles, although I’m probably going to regret that when the car is serviced tomorrow.
Drove into the mountains for the second time yesterday to see friends – which was lovely – but I realised, after a fascinating detour through afore mentioned mountains, that I have the orienteering skills of Homer Simpson. Thank god G was there or no doubt I’d have wound up in a reservoir somewhere in Mid-Wales wondering why it was so wet outside the car.
The journey back to London was uneventful bar some very odd weather coming round the M25 where we were treated to rain, sleet and fog in the space of about twenty minutes.
Now I’m fried and desperate for my week off so I can finish the current project. But not one to let the side down I managed to annoy Pulitzer award winning author Michael Chabon on St Martin’s Lane by walking into him, he’s in London to promote his new book.
Writers don’t like it when you recognise them. It’s against the rules.
I’m not making it up. It really is a small world after all.
If you don’t know who he is you can read about him here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Chabon
What happened? What did you say? Did he really not like it when you recognized him?
I’m a fan of his work. As far as I know, he’s supposedly a really nice guy. I’d love to meet him.. that would be a cool experience.
Yeah he’s a nice guy and a very good writer.
Generally speaking I think writers just find it a little unnerving when recognised walking the streets, it’s not like acting, for example, where you would expect to attract attention.
As for what happened I clammed up, as I do (see my previous post), and spent the rest of my walk to the station thinking I really should have got his autograph.
Ah, damn. That’s too bad you missed the autograph. Although it’s easy to say I’d love to meet one of my favorite authors someday, I would probably have done the same thing in your situation.
And you’re right: authors are weirded out by being recognized. Warren Ellis once recounted a story of being recognized on a train and he was just flabbergasted that some kid knew what he looked like.