I should be writing T & T, but I’m taking the easy way out (again) and bragging on my book collection. I really feel like writing, but I don’t feel like creating–heh, so here come some more book covers and lame anecdotes. I need to get this done so I can get these books off the floor and back on the shelf. These are in no particular order–just the order they happened to stack in. My brain is in much the same condition.
Steve Allen was a genius. Author, comedian, television personality, songwriter–the man could do it all. A brief biography of him is available here: http://www.wyyr.com/Steve-Allen.html. It seemed to me he had a practically perfect American life. I’m envious.
And here’s the last book in the current series: Dragon by Clive Cussler. I have a Clive Cussler story. I was in Washington D.C. for the American Booksellers convention. Back in the day the country was flush. Libraries had enough money to send librarians to conventions around the country. I took advantage and went to Washington. On the first day of the convention, in a huge hall stuffed with hundreds of publishers, ten times as many authors, and tens of thousands of fans/people/attendees I heard an announcement that Clive Cussler was giving away and signing his new book. I decided to go to it, even though it was completely on the other side of the convention. By the time I arrived there was a line 100 yards long stretching halfway across the hall, and I was near the end of it. I didn’t give up. I stayed in the line and hoped I would get through. The autograph sessions were only an hour long. Clive signed and signed. The line moved slowly along. After about 45 minutes some assistants came and told people that they weren’t going to finish in time, and that Mr. Cussler wouldn’t be able to sign for those of us at the end of the line, but that we could still have the free book. Many people took the book and left. I stayed in line. Clive signed furiously, but he ran out of time and had to vacate the table for the next author while there were still about ten of us left. We were ready to walk away when Cussler walked over to us, told us to follow him, and led us off to the side so we wouldn’t be in the way of the next line. The assistants had already given us a book, so Clive stood there for an extra 10 minutes and talked to us and signed our copies. I have never read the book, but I still have it, and treasure the incident, because it seemed to me that was the way an author really ought to treat his fans.
And that concludes my current series on autographed books. I’m bound to return and talk about my collection again some time, but I’ll try to come up with as new topic.
If you ever met any of these authors, or have some fine autographs you’d like to brag about, please leave a comment.