I just received my information about appearing at the Miami Book Fair International the weekend after this one. I will be speaking on a panel — on Sunday, November 18, at 12 noon — with other historical fiction writers, Michael Ennis, The Malice of Fortune, Debra Dean, The Mirrored World, Da Chen, My Last Empress. The Fair has an incredible range of offerings, everything from Tom Wolfe and Junot Diaz to cooking classes, and I might even be tempted to stay for the duration and not sneak off for a Cuban sandwich.
It is to be hoped that the juice will come on between now and then, otherwise I will be beyond grateful for the 80 degree sunlit weekend. I somehow begin to have the feeling that of all the households in the Hudson Valley, ours will be the last to jolt back to life. But when I feel chilled and tired of the dark, I have only to think upon Mitik, the orphaned baby walrus now at the Coney Island Aquarium, who weathered the storm and is just as chubbily healthy as ever. Rescued from the ocean off Alaska and only 234 pounds (adult males weight close to 3,000), he still takes a bottle.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
Carroll’s early prescience on the subject of climate change.