The galleys just came in for Edmund White's new novel, Hotel De Dream: A New York Novel. I love the cover -- a more somber Through the Children's Gate, I'd say. In it, White potrays the last moments of Stephen Crane, wasting away from tuberculosis, dictating a final novel of White's invention, called The Painted Boy. Once I have some galleys to spare, I'll try to send a few out, so keep at the ready.
Almost coincidentally, I'm staying at the Hôtel Mon Rêve when I head to Paris next week. Oh la la! I'll have to bring a copy. I'll be missing the PEN World Voices Festival, though; I really feel awful. (Psych!)
PSIKE the PEN festival seems neat I think. Paris has charm too though not that I know personal-like.
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Posted by: Brian Hadd | April 19, 2007 at 12:03 PM
The PEN festival is very neat.
Posted by: Mike | April 19, 2007 at 04:56 PM
Charm says we are only trying to agree. Writ large. Enjoy Paris.
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Posted by: Brian Hadd | April 20, 2007 at 10:50 AM
Agreed. And thanks!
Posted by: Mike | April 20, 2007 at 02:27 PM