Here's where I'll be! If you're around please stop in and say hi:
Thursday, February 1, 7 pm: Whitman College Visiting Writers Series (Walla Walla, WA)
Wednesday, February 28, 7:30 pm: Barrie Jean Borrich's Apocalypse, Darling launch, with Christine Rice Tara Betts, and T Clutch Fleischmann (Women & Children First, Chicago, IL)
Tuesday, March 6: 7:30 pm: Quickies! (Innertown Pub, Chicago, IL)
Wednesday, March 7, 6 pm: NU's MA/MFA in Creative Writing's AWP Reading, with Paula Carter, Goldie Goldbloom, Juan Martinez, Simone Muench, Carrie Muehle, Aram Mrojan, and Ankar Thakkar (The Attic, Tampa, FL)
Thursday, March 8, 9 am: Defeating Writer's Block: Techniques for Breaking Through, with Jean Kwok, Mira Jacobs, Elizabeth L. Silver, and Sari Wilson (AWP panel, Tampa, FL)
Friday, March 9, 10:30 am - 11:00 am: Small Beer Press table signing (table 406, AWP, Tampa, FL)
Friday, March 9 7:00pm-9:00pm: AWP Reading/Rock Show/Dance Party (Ella's Americana Folk Art Cafe, Tampa, FL)
Monday, March 19, 7 pm: Alumni Reading Series (Black Mountain Institute, UNLV, Las Vegas, NV)
Monday, April 16: YZ Chin's Though I Get Home Chicago book launch (Unabridged Books, Chicago, IL)
The freaking New York Times wrote a super nice, super generous review of Best Worst American. I'm thrilled, beyond thrilled, particularly about the reviewer's appreciation of "Northern," my favorite story in the collection and its "botched buttock-surgery" angle. Also thrilled that the wonderful art for the review prominently features the kitten poster art from Best Worst American's "Your Significant Other's Kitten Poster."
I'm going to AWP in Washington DC and doing two panels, plus a signing, plus a reading for Best Worst American and would love to see you and talk with you at one of them. Or at all of them! Seriously. I'm also reading in Chicago and in Little Rock.
Here's where I'll be:
- Signing! Thursday, February 9, 10:00 am-10:30 am: At the AWP Small Beer Press table (Washington, DC)
- Talking!/Paneling! Saturday, February 11, 12:00pm-1:15pm, At this panel: "Immigrants/Children of Immigrants: a Non-traditional Path to a Writing Career" (with Ken Chen, Monica Youn, Marie Myung-OK Lee, and Irina Reyn). Location: Liberty Salon N, O, & P, Marriott Marquis, Meeting Level Four (Washington, DC)
- Talking!/Paneling! Saturday, February 11, 4:30pm-5:45pm, At this panel: "The Short Story as Laboratory" (with Lesley Nneka Arimah, Carmen Maria Machado, Kendra Fortmeyer, and Sofia Samatar) Location: Marquis Salon 9 & 10, Marriott Marquis, Meeting Level Two
- Reading! (with Kelly Freaking Link!) Saturday, February 11, 6:00pm-8:00pm at Politics and Prose (Facebook event page here) (Washington DC)
- Reading! Thursday, February 16, 7:30pm-9:30pm at Women and Children First (Facebook event page here) (Chicago IL)
- Reading! Monday, February 27 at 6:30pm at Curbside Books and Records (More info here, Facebook event page here) (Chicago IL)
- Talking! in April at the Arkansas Literary Festival (Little Rock AR)
Hi! Small Beer Press just revealed the new cover for my book and it is a red-white-and-blue(-and- black) thing of beauty. Also: I've been collecting their titles for years, so it's a special and weird thrill to realize that the book will have so much awesome company. Super excited.
So the photo below is me right after I took the oath of citizenship, which happened yesterday, a Tuesday, which meant we had to leave our baby with the sitter. The baby's an American. So is my wife. So, for that matter, is pretty much my whole immediate family. I was the hold out.
I'm pretty sure I was eligible for at least three years. I had been meaning to do it, but we were traveling a lot (we moved from Vegas to the Pacific Northwest to Amish country to Chicago) and the application is $680 -- a deal and a privilege, to be sure. You can't put a price on citizenship. But you can totally keep meaning to do it later because $680 feels like a lot.
And then you have an insane spray-tanned caricature spewing rhetoric so hateful, so inconsistent and bizarre, that you start laughing, and then worrying when half the country takes the joke seriously. And then the joke gets to be the presidential nominee of a major political party. That's when $680 feels like a bargain.
So thank you, Donald J. Trump. You're what it took for me and for (I'm guessing) thousands of others like me to take the not-insignificant leap from permanent resident to citizen.
In the elevator to the courthouse, a man saw a bunch of us in the elevator clutching our appointment letters. He said, "Trump, huh?"
We all nodded.
He said, "You're going to vote? You got to vote."
All of us nodded -- all of us, an elevator stuffed with nervous soon-to-be-citizens all worried we forgot some important document (the green card? the letter? were we supposed to bring our old passports?). But yes, we all said we were going to vote.
We took the oath. The judge welcomed us, told us that the US was lucky to have us, that to swear allegiance to the US did not mean we abandoned the culture and the food and everything we hold dear from our old life. It was all moving, way more moving than I thought it would be.
I've been here for years. I've always enjoyed the privilege of the observer, an embedded outsider. I'd been holding on to that feeling forever, of being in the US and very much loving it but also not quite belonging, or thinking I did not quite belong. That feeling's gone, but it will come back, I'm sure. But still: what has replaced it is just as light, just as freeing, just as wonderful, just as strange. This judge made all of us feel truly welcomed.
The voter registration folk waited right outside the court. I filled out the form. It took all of five minutes.