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The lovely Lesley Livingston and myself were fortunate enough to snag a couple tickets to this event. I say fortunate because, according to Devyani Saltzman from Luminato, it had sold out in 3 minutes when tickets had originally gone on sale.
Yeah.
This dude is the rockstar of genre fiction, and was totally treated as such (with the usual Canadian restraint, cheering and applause at his introduction lasted only maybe 5 minutes before we realised - "I believe we ought to let the man speak eh?").
At any rate, arriving at the Jane Mallet theatre was overwhelming, so much so that Lesley and I, desperate to find each other in the crowd, and not quite understanding each other over our cell phones, discovered we were standing right next to each other.
We went into the theatre which was filling up at a lovely relaxed pace, and discovered we were sitting in the second row, stage right. Perfect nose hair viewing angle, we would learn, when Neil (because I feel like we ought to be on a first name basis) came out to read.
Before he did though, SPACE guru Mark Askwith delivered a lovely funny introduction (the text of which can be found at the The Circuit's
Blog - along with his unique perspective of the event). Then the man of the hour came on stage to, as I mentioned before, great cheers and applause. He proceeded to read from his Newbery Award winning
The Graveyard Book (the man has an incredible reading voice - which, knowing authors as I do, is not as common as you would think), sat for a nice interview with Mark - lots of wonderfully insightful thoughts on the writing process - took some questions ('How do you feel about Douglas Adams's death?" ". . . Well . . . it wasn't a good thing . . .?") and then read from the
Blueberry Girl and
Who Killed Amanda Palmer.
He then signed, I have it on good authority, for over two and a half hours. He signed for anyone who wanted something signed (with the caveat of one item per person). Totally awesome for him to do so.
In all a delightful evening, marred only a bit by this nagging cold I have (I had to use every applause and laughter as a cover for my hacking up a lung - fortunately there was plenty of both [well, all three: applause, laughter and hacking]). There was one moment when I was sorely tempted (considering how darn close we were to the stage) of leaning over and asking: "Neil . .. psst. . . Neil! Hey, yeah, Neil, um could I just have a sip of your water there?" But I didn't.
So yes, a wonderful event, and a demonstration of the awesomeness of Luminato (events are still going on all over the city, totally check out their website
here).
Okay and also a demonstration of the awesomeness of Neil Gaiman.
But you know, like, whatever . . .
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