Update: I still hate, hate, hate self-promotion. But radio interviews are the one exception. Those are almost always fun, and the one I had yesterday with host Mike Cuthbert was especially great. One of the first things he said to me was, “My wife and I read your book and we can’t figure out how you’re still single!” Cuthbert was also once an associate conductor, so he knew what I was writing about intimately. (Must look up Gian Carlo Menotti’s The Unicorn, the Gorgon, and the Manticore, something he recommended.)
I was early for my interview though, so I went across the street to kill time in Central Park by the reservoir. And I saw a turtle! I have always loved turtles. Which reminds me, a very kind fellow author at Algonquin Books, Caroline Leavitt, gave me some self-promotion advice and one thing she suggested was write a piece for the New York Times Modern Love column. So I read the one she had written, titled, “My Touchstone and a Heart of Gold.”
It begins with, “I never intended to get a tortoise.” It is so charming and also so deep and moving I immediately choked. I can’t compete with that, I give up. (I’ll get over it.) But you should read her column. And who can resist a turtle? Except I don’t know the difference between a turtle and a tortoise or which one this is. But I fell in love with him.
No, no, don’t swim away little guy! Okay, goodbye. I will never forget you.