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October 14, 2005

Authors Are So Poorly Dressed

Thanks to a friend, and a friend of a friend, I will be working the LitQuake party on Saturday. No, not that kind of workin' it; I mean the kind of working it that involves stamping hands at the door and not getting paid. But still. I'm very excited. There will be a lot of really cool authors. Anyway, I recently received a follow-up email letting me know where to go, when to go there, and, amusingly what to wear:

Wear whatever you would like, but something presentable. I will probably wear jeans and a nice shirt, a jacket, comfy but dressy shoes, remember, these are writers with no inherent style :)

It kind of warms my heart that while the right coast writers are giving the impression of stepping it up bougie-style*, that the writers in SF, at least, remain incurable slobs.

*That said, I can testify that journalists in NY, at least, still show up places looking like they just rose from a nap in a bush. I interned in New York bureau of a large international paper a few years ago, and I worked under the head of PR (not exactly a typical PR official, as she sat on the editorial floor and acted as a kind of liason between the journalists and 1) other media outlets and 2) the biznazz people on the business floor), part of whose job it was to make the journalists presentable for TV appearances. I think the only aspect of her job I ever heard her complain about was how impereable the journalists were to any kind of style advice she gave them. She actually had to go and buy appropriate, fitting shirts for some of them. Before they were allowed to step into the broadcating space, she would have to re-tie their ties, comb their hair, and sometimes make them change into a different shirt if the one they were wearing happened to be badly wrinkled or stained. These were really brilliant, accomplished professional journalists who did not know how to comb their hair. Actually, you know, I kind of respect that.

Posted by hissycat at October 14, 2005 11:45 AM

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"Style" means something else to a writer. That is, it's what's in your head that matters, not what's on it.

Posted by: Kyle Hasselbacher at October 14, 2005 01:03 PM

I am off to see J.D. now. I feel stupid though because I have not had a chance to read the new book.

"Bitchiko" reviewed Dorian's first book and Janet Maslin reviewed his second book. Notice any pattern? At least, I thought Twelve was better than the second book. I'm not into that strong white man and weak Asian woman (at first, she seems strong but it turns out not to be the case) theme that was present in The Third Brother. Ew, so cliched. Plus, the book suddenly jumps back to American shores after a hasty conclusion to the search for Christopher Dorr. For some reason (you know more than me about Dorian's mindset), Dorian seems to be working too hard to convey a visceral WASPiness when it comes to the family of Mike.

As for the wwjdd clothing from cafepress.com, I dare you to wear one to Joan Didion's appearance and to try to sit in the front row with the logo fully visible. Just kidding.

Posted by: mlle M at October 14, 2005 01:38 PM

Those moments when you held my hand in yours as you wrapped the little paper bracelet around my wrist were the highlight of my night.

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