It took a lot of courage for me to go to this event at the First Parish Church in Harvard Square, and I was close to not going. M encouraged me not to wimp out, so we drove in (instead of taking the T, a good choice in spite of a $15 parking fee), and visited Burdick’s (chocolate shop) and a bead shop for a potential craft project I will never finish.
There was a line of people holding yellow tickets at 15 minutes til the event, so we hopped in line and observed nerds dressed in their nerdy best as the line crept into the church. Most of the pews in the center of the church were filled, but I spotted an empty family box on the side of the wall. We were joined by a mother-daughter pair, the daughter wielding an enormous hardback of Sandman to be signed. Turns out, the family box was an excellent choice because we were on the side that got to go up to get our stuff signed first.
The intro by Bret Johnston was dry, wry, and clever. It’s never really occurred to me about how much influence Neil Gaiman had on so many people until that intro.
Q&A was amusing. The readings were great, and I enjoyed them. Wish I could do voices and intonation changes like that. M commented that after the reading, he was looking forward to reading “The Ocean at the End of the Lane.”
Signing was pretty nice. I watched Neil Gaiman sign a proffered Sandman issue. I may have snorted a laugh when he colored in the eyes with the silver marker and drew powerlines out of them. As for me, I got a gift copy of “Stardust” personalized, and M got a hardback of “American Gods” signed. M also got a handshake. Alas, I did not, but I am pretty sure I am 99% relieved and 1% worried about what I looked like to not get one. Perhaps M looks more like a nice personage full of bonhomie, whilst I look like a nervous wreck who might collapse at the first sign of attention.
Anyways, A+! Would do again if he changes his mind about this being the last book tour.