I began my campaign of pop-up readings yesterday. The first was on College Ave., in Berkeley, in a clothing store that had a window devoted to Audrey Hepburn. I read the clerk my piece about my prep school roommate whose aunt, for a while, was Audrey Hepburn.
When I got to Bird & Beckett, in Glen Park, Eric Whittington, having been forewarned of my visit, had AOJ at the front counter:
In due course, I accosted a paying customer, one who was buying a little Schopenhauer,
and asked if I could read him my piece about Kierkegaard the Post-Avant. He allowed me to and then was gracious enough to buy a copy of AOJ.
At Books Inc., in Laurel Village, I signed a few copies and then read my piece about running into Sherman Alexie at Books Inc., in Laurel Village.
