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Allegory Explosion

You guys!  There is.  A lot of stuff.  Going on.

I was on live radio Monday of last week.  It was a bit intimidating but pretty fun.  The best part was when I flustered the hell out of my husband, who came with me because it was President’s Day so he had off work.  The host, Denny Smithson, asked me something about who I was writing the book to and I said my husband.  Denny observed that he was in the studio with me, and I pointed the mike at him and said, “wanna say hi?”  My poor baby just about died. Turned a high shade of crimson and shook his head no.  Who knew he was this shy?

Then I had a couple of readings, one on home turf at Davis and a luncheon thingy in Pleasanton.  Both were thoroughly awesome and made me miss teaching terribly.  (When I mentioned how much I missed teaching, a friend who is currently eyeball-deep in a pile of grading asked me what the hell is wrong with you? It’s true, I don’t miss the grading part.  I just miss goofing around with a bunch of curious young sparks chatting about books and how irredeemably fucked up human nature is.)  I have another reading tomorrow night!  It’s at 7 at Diesel Bookstore in Oakland.  Come say hi if you’re around.

I’ve also been busy collating the collective unconscious for In the Red.  It’s just been me blasting my neurons with Romanian history and folk tales.  So, in the past week, I have pumped a few rounds into Nicolae Ceaucescu’s chest as he sang L’Internationale and I whacked a wood nymph who dared give a prince “a flower from her girdle” (wink wink nudge nudge) and I galloped across a snowy wasteland with an exiled Phanariot voivode and I had Dracula drink blood from one of his impaled victims in what was basically the Holy Grail and it’s all been very busy in my braincase lately.  It’s just been Allegory Explosion around here.  Last night I had this incredibly vivid dream about a dark pond filled with alligators over which fluttered a big cluster of panicked parakeets.  I remember so well the flapping sounds of their tiny wings and all the pretty jewel tones of their varied plumage.  The ridges of hard, wet, gleaming scales on the long sinewy backs of the alligators.  How fast they were when they lunged out of the water for the parakeets and snap–one swift bite and a bird was gone.  The birds being swallowed one by one out of the air before even having a chance to squeak–I woke up totally traumatized.  Poor little birdies!

Then I got up and wrote about trees haunted by the restless spirits of murdered babies.  Really.

Also, somebody reached my blog today by googling “what does a cheez doodle look like.”  Here, let me help you out:

Vita privata di una sconosciuta

People of northern California!  Listen to me embarrass myself this coming Monday, February 21st at 3 PM!  I will be on KPFA 94.1 ‘s Cover to Cover.  Live radio, dudes.  Yikes!  I got a little bit of practice this week being taped for the Stanford Storytelling Project, but they will be able to edit me to sound articulate!  So, on Monday I will have to watch for my verbal ticks, such as “um,” and “like,” and “fuck.”  (Yes, I have a propensity for saltiness.)

Meanwhile, I am getting published in Italy this week by Garzanti:

They even made a book preview video!  I don’t know what it says, but it looks sexy:

Is that something about “saint or sinner?”  Sweet.  Oh, by the way, the title in Italian means “Private Life of an Unknown Woman.”  I don’t know why they changed it, but I don’t mind it.  I actually find it really interesting how they translate and market stuff in other countries.  I can’t wait to see what the book actually looks like!  Not that I will understand it, but I am still excited.  I just love iterations of stuff.  When the Russians get around to translating it and I see the thing in Cyrillic, I will surely plotz.  So cool.

This week I also bought a lovely black dress that will be perfect for author-type functions (first public reading next Friday EEK!).  I love the way Calvin Klein skates the line between foxy and austere.  (Lest you think I am getting too swank: I bought it at Ross for fifty bucks.  This after cashing a very large publication day check.  I know, I know: I don’t know how to live it up.  But–I did make another one of my giant student loans disappear with that check.  That’s right, I AM COMING FOR YOU, STUDENT LOANS.  SOON YOU WILL ALL DIE.)