I saw a reading last night by Gael Green, an elderly woman who slept with Elvis and Clint Eastwood and probably many other men too. She was hilarious. Marty Beckerman read a story that made me feel ill, in a good way, and he offended the crowd in a way that just made me feel good. I ran into my old agent, the second one who had Fires, and he was cool about everything.
Amazon is doing something fucked up with Fires for the moment and saying it's not available, so I thought it'd be an opportune time to remind blog-readers that the best place to order it from is the Impetus website.
Martin Amis has some great answers to readers' questions.*
How do you think you might have ended up spending your working life if your father hadn't been a famous writer? JOHN GORDON, Eastleigh
Well, John, that would depend on what my father had chosen to do instead. If he had been a postman, then I would have been a postman. If he had been a travel agent, then I would have been a travel agent. Do you get the idea?
*bizarrely, it looks like one of the "readers" might be the brilliant novelist Alasdair Gray...