The perfect Manhattan day
How was your day? Mine wasn’t bad.
First, Katy and I visited Barnes & Noble stores to sign books. We didn’t get to sign many. That’s because – we were told over and over – they’re selling too fast.
A boy doesn’t get to hear that often enough.
Then we visited the office of St. Martin’s Press and my amazing editor, Keith Kahla. It’s in that quintessential Manhattan edifice, the Flatiron Building. It’s the iconic building that cinematographers have used for decades as shorthand for “this is Manhattan.” What an amazing experience. Keith’s not only an excellent editor, his office is filled to the brim with toys and tchotchki. What’s not to love?
Besides, we got to see, for the very first time…
…wait for it…
…my book in Italian!
Yes, copies of the Italian translation are out! Keith was amazed. He said they normally take a year to print the foreign-rights versions. It looks fantastic. I had a mini-heart attack.
We walked next toward Greenwich Village and spotted a New York Public Library that looks for all the world like a mini-cathedral. At Katy’s suggestion, we popped in to check on “Crashers.” Turns out the city’s library ordered 11 copies. All 11 were out, with two “holds” still requested. This made me very happy.
At the last Barnes & Noble, I offered to sign books but the delightful clerk said, “OK, but I might already have signed them. Hope you don’t mind.” I retorted, “Oh, you’re Janet Evanovich!” He batted his eyes. “I’m many people.”
That’s advanced retail, folks. Don’t try it at home.
Finally, we asked about lunch and he off-handedly suggested Bar Pitti. It ended up being the most delightful Italian joint. I had one of the best lunches of my life. And when Katy told the proprietor that my book is out in Italian (“en Italiano? No!” he scoffed. “Italiano, si!”) he insisted on bringing us biscotti and a brandy on the house.
Again: How was your day. Mine wasn’t bad.