So this author and his wife are departing his favorite
grocery store. Their cart is overloaded with shredded miniwheats and celery,
yet over the bags he spies a familiar dust jacket sitting on a passenger’s side
seat. It’s his own.
He stops the cart and peers through the window of an old
sedan. Indeed, it’s his book, left in a car parked on two over from his own.
Looking around the lanes, he hopes to find a fan out in the parking lot, but
most everyone seems to still be inside, browsing the discounts on ice cream. He
entertains a two-second daydream where this reader loves his book and brings
out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s to thank him for his literary brilliance.
His wife complains they should go; her rice milk is
dangerously close to room temperature. Well, he thinks, October had been
unseasonably warm. And there was no telling when this reader would finish his
or her shopping. But he had to do something with this unique promotional
opportunity.
Swallowing, he pulls a notepad from his rear pocket and
tears off a sheet. He makes his Alpha Signature – the impressive one with all
the cursive loops – and writes a tidy note beneath.
“Thrilled to see you have my book here. In case you like it,
here’s my autograph.”
He almost rambles longer, but sanity and his wife elbowing
him jar the author back into life. He quickly concludes:
“And in case you hate the book, there’s still my autograph.
You can burn it.”
Then he hustles to pack the groceries: cold stuff in the
back seat, stuff that could wait in the trunk. Heaven forbid the rice milk hit
room temperature outdoors.
The author seemed to handle that pretty well. It could easily have gone Frasier.
ReplyDeleteI'd probably hesitate a lot longer. I'd go at least 50% Frasier.
DeleteA similar thing actually happened to a writer friend of mine. She was on the subway and saw someone reading her book. :)
ReplyDeleteSee, running into your readers is much simpler. You can approach or not approach, and I'd be absolutely tickled at the prospect. Running into the presumption of a reader makes it that much more awkward.
DeleteThat's exactly the kind of thing I'd do.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing I thought of was seeing an author friend of mine have a meltdown in a used bookstore because they had a copy of her (relatively new) book. Pointing out that perhaps the reader had needed the money and so sold whatever they could spare to the bookstore didn't calm her down. Pointing out she was in the same bookstore as a customer didn't calm her down either.
ReplyDeleteWow, I've never even fathomed finding my book in a used store. Certainly hope I wouldn't undergo a meltdown over it - would just be grateful someone gave the book a chance. Is your friend normally so high strung, or was this a special circumstance relating to the release?
DeleteHandled beautifully - right down to ensuring the safety of the rice milk. Life is about priorities isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI would freak out, but I don't know if I'd have the nerve to leave a note. I'm such a baby sometimes.
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