Closing party for the school last night.
Staff, students and host families eating chicken wings, onion bhajis and vol-au-vents in a pub basement. Actually a lot of fun because the director put a wad of money behind the bar so the students were only stiff and uncomfortable until their second free drink.
Also I met Zadie Smith's mum. She came with our accountant and she's a lot of fun. Had a good chat with her and as I was leaving she asked:
‘Rob, would you like to come to a book signing Zadie’s doing in a couple of weeks.’
‘Yes, please.’ I try not to drool with eagerness.
‘Her agent will be there.’
‘Great. That would be brilliant.’
Very, very happy.
What a lovely lady. Even though I didn’t like “White Teeth” much, if Zadie Smith’s mum somehow helps me get an agent I will forever tell everybody how much I love the book.
(Real story: rented a beach house with friends in Australia and finished what I was reading. The landlord had left two books in the house and one of them was “White Teeth.” With all the great reviews, publicity and hype I thought I’d lucked out. Fifty pages in I stopped and swapped it for “The Readers Digest Guide to Wild Birds of New South Wales.”)
But I will lie for representation.
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