Tuesday, 11 May 2010
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
So I went to New York last week and got married to my beloved Mr Vegan (photos on Facebook for those interested!) We had a truly wonderful time and I got to meet writer and fellow blogger Eimear in the flesh, which was lovely. What a great girl.
We did so much fantastic stuff but one of my literary highlights was a visit to the offices of The New Yorker in the Condé Nast building on Times Square. A friend works in another magazine in that building and her friend is a fiction editor at The New Yorker so she brought me to meet him. It is a HUGE office, with lines of cubicles, very hushed and busy. The walls on the way in are hung with framed original drawings of cover after cover. We had a lovely chat about short stories, the Frank O'Connor Festival, the Cúirt Festival, short fiction writers we both enjoy and about their summer fiction issue of American writers under 40. Something to look forward to reading.
He showed me the slush pile in a little room. Oh lordy - lots of envelopes! And apparently it is much reduced since they receive many subs by email. It was fun and daunting and exciting to be there and I really enjoyed it. A world away from Ballinasloe!
Now I have jet lag and must prepare a week-end's worth of teaching for my short fiction course in the IWC this week-end. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.