Here’s an embarassing story. I’m browsing a bookstore in San Francisco, killing a little time before a radio interview, and I can’t help but wander over to the table with Proust Was A Neuroscientist on it. I’m actually paging through Exit Ghost, trying to decide if I really need more Roth on the prostate (apparently, I do) when a fellow browser picks up my book. I can’t help but observe. I watch her flip through the pages before she looks at the back flap, which has my picture on it. Then she looks back at me and I’m staring right at her. She raises an eyebrow and I turn a crimson red before confessing with a slight nod. I then run out of the store.
I’d like to thank everyone who came out to B&N in NYC last night. I had a great time. And if you happen to be near Menlo Park tonight, be sure to stop by Kepler’s Bookstore around 7.