I’m thinking Parisian thoughts today, day 46 in my year of daily doing a thing I’ve never done before, because today was the day I signed the French contract for my novel, Annabel. Maybe I’ll get to go back to Shakespeare & Co., where I wrote my first book, Where is Mario, when I was 24. The famed bookshop lent me an upstairs landing with a typewriter in it in exchange for proofreading their zine. I wrote Where is Mario on green onionskin and an angry young man back home in Canada published 100 copies of it. He sold them all and proudly gave me a royalty cheque for $100. And now Annabel might appear in that very bookshop on the banks of the Seine. Will a reader drip garlic snail butter on it at Les Deux Magots? Maybe I’ll go there myself and splash red wine all over my author’s reading copy as I stagger down Rue Mouffetard.
Dear Ms. Winter,
I just stayed up all night reading "boys", your women characters crowding the bed, wearing faces some of which I recognized and all of which I knew to be true. I love what you do with plot - distilling and sketching, so that it is only after the story had ended that I realized the whole story had been told. I love the tautness of your words, taut until a beautiful, messy image comes bursting through, much like certain moments in your characters' lives. You've set me to dreaming, and I am so inspired. Thank you for a wonderful night. :-)
Dear Ms. Winter : ) I am from Europe and I'm studying literature. As a part of my master thesis I chose to write about your Annabel (I hope you don't mind). The only available volume to buy was from Black Cat (the rest was sold out? :] ). I was happy when it came and moreover, one side of book is, I'd say, imaginative http://narukohina.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wonder-what-deeper-meaning-it-has.html I am proud to live in a world where I can read a blog of author who books I am reading. I envy your daily doing a thing you’ve never done before! Thank you for Annabel, I was and still am inspired. Joanna * who goes back to writting*