Tidewater Books had organized a reading from Blackdog to coincide with Sackville’s Fall Fair (not a real agriculture fair, but more a town festival), so this morning found me heading downtown, all dressed up and realizing that, suddenly, it was fall. The weather turned today: bright and crisp and autumnal, with a frost warning for tonight. It was cold! I needed my long woollies.
One of the main thoroughfares downtown is blocked off all weekend for this festival; today the small farmer’s market spread out into the street and various international students’ groups from the university were there with assorted culture displays and items for sale. The reading took place between performances by a band, so there was a good sound system set up — very nice when trying to read over the din of traffic on nearby Main Street. Deborah Wills, from the university English Department, introduced me and another friend took over the camera so I had some good pictures. (Thanks, Karen!) All in all, a very enjoyable reading (it didn’t rain!) with an attentive audience and a chance to talk to people and sign books afterwards.
Talking to people at readings is always interesting. “Oh, it looks like Harry Potter,” was not really the reaction I was looking for from someone wandering by, nor (both of these from adults) “I couldn’t read a book this long in my entire life,” but I had a chance to talk to one long-time reader about some of the unexpected Scandinavian folkloric connections between Blackdog and my long-ago second book, The Serpent Bride, and signed a couple of copies for friends of Ivan the Wicked along with their owners, which I don’t think I’ve ever done before — sign books for dogs, that is. Pippin did once autograph a Pippin-book for someone with a muddy pawprint, though — at their request, I mean, not by merely leaping about in a puddle.