A few weeks ago, I had a moment with Jhumpa Lahiri. She’d come to my city to read from her new book, Roman Stories, and of course I was going to be there. I want to say that my incentives were logical, that Charlottesville, where I currently live, is an unlikely spot for celebrity literary guests, that the timing was convenient since finally, I could hang out with my colleagues, and even more obvious, that I am a writer, and it’s kind of a thing we do as writers—go for book events and whatnot. But my real motive was also a little weird—Lahiri helped me write my first novel.
In Which All Our Heroes Are Just Men...
In Which All Our Heroes Are Just Men...
In Which All Our Heroes Are Just Men...
A few weeks ago, I had a moment with Jhumpa Lahiri. She’d come to my city to read from her new book, Roman Stories, and of course I was going to be there. I want to say that my incentives were logical, that Charlottesville, where I currently live, is an unlikely spot for celebrity literary guests, that the timing was convenient since finally, I could hang out with my colleagues, and even more obvious, that I am a writer, and it’s kind of a thing we do as writers—go for book events and whatnot. But my real motive was also a little weird—Lahiri helped me write my first novel.