May. 17th, 2004

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It was full of sweetness in unexpected ways. I used to romanticize literary moments in New York City as The Big Time (tm), which was probably defined by some Hollywood-starlet-discovered-on-a-stool-at-Schwab's-drugstore/angry-young-man-with-a-typewriter-and-a-six-figure-contract fantasy. A pretty fun fantasy that I still play with sometimes and all, but Saturday night was full of what felt like real generosity, real human presence, community, relationships and risk. Such sturdy, beautiful things.

I managed the subway to Brooklyn with no problems, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] beccawrites' beautiful directions, down to which car on the subway might be best to choose (the last, to be closest to the exit stairs.) I had a Mr. Falafel falafel in Park Slope : cheap and delish. I got to see [livejournal.com profile] beccawrites and [livejournal.com profile] hhholiday and tina arroyo and a bunch of other lovelies wearing finery that they had gotten at the fat girl flea the weekend before, which raised nearly $3,000 for Nolose. Yayyy! [livejournal.com profile] bounce_n_jiggle -- who has had a living room full of clothes for weeks and helped food shop and also gave me a ride to the reading *and* a ride home to Northampton *and* I got to watch her give TWO copies of Venus of Chalk to loved ones as gifts -- presented the check to Leah Strock of the Nolose board at the reading. And Leah, oh my, she was so amazing. I mean, not only had she coordinated pulling the reading together, with help from [livejournal.com profile] songquake -- literally shining Saturday night! setting up chairs in the heat, covered in glitter! -- of Bluestockings, and dealt with a missing flyer emergency on no notice at all just back from vacation, but she came to the reading with trays full of beautiful strawberries, grapes and muffins, just gleaming and there for anybody, and she found a great Chinese restaurant with delicious food that accommodated sixteen of us for dinner after the reading (where I had a honeydew black tapioca tea drink with little balls of tapioca that kind of shoot into your mouth when you sip on the straw -- can't wait to tell the folks back home!). And [livejournal.com profile] beccawrites put me up, and, mind you, they did all this one week after the huge fat girl flea event. Generous! Sturdy! Really lovely.

Thirty or so people came. Sarah Van Arsdale, my old friend from Valley Lesbian Writers group days, brought a big bunch of yellow roses (I gave some of them away at dinner, which was so fun -- Tina actually blushed with pleasure!), and asked a question about the influence of poetry in my work, and talked to me afterwards in a quiet, passionate way about how visible my craft and all of my years of working on questions of structure and language were to her. She said I was a master. That was thrilling. Maybe I'll come back to read with her at a reading series she's a part of sometime. [livejournal.com profile] queentushy read with lots of energy a very funny piece which included a call and response (chorus: fuck you!). The air conditioner only kind of worked, and they had to shut the door because of traffic noise, so sweat was dripping into my eyes while I was reading, but it felt good, I felt present to the work, and I could feel strong response. Afterwards, [livejournal.com profile] beccawrites asked a question that went something like --- "I'm familiar with Susan's previous work, which is crucial, and I know that she's written a lot of very positive things about fat women, and I've read the book and think everybody should read it, but while I was listening I was noticing pain in the expressions of some of the people around me, and wondered, if some people here, especially fat activists, weren't quite expecting what they heard today, and I'd like to hear from Susan, and also other folks, about how they feel about hearing painful experiences around being fat."

This was such a great question -- [livejournal.com profile] beccawrites impresses me as so willing to take up hard or complicated things. I talked about some of the things I've written about here before, about being asked over and over when I was travelling with my earlier books about how I came to have such visible joy in my body, and the book being one version of an answer to that for me. (It's one reason that Carline is writing a pamphlet called "How To Ride A Bus" -- the short answer is you just get on and know where you want to go -- the longer answer, for me, involves facing pain and complexity, creating community and sustaining yourself with art). Someone else said that she thought that it was important to talk about such things (and I had interesting conversations about it afterwards, too), a woman behind the counter brought up the terrific zine, Fat GiRL, and how much it had meant to her when she first read it, so I get to tell everybody that [livejournal.com profile] fattest and Slimless have been working on their new zine, Size Queen. So many faces of folks listening were open and bright at me, like flowers. I love that. Sold some books, which is such a huge deal for me in the long run.

And after the reading, after the dinner, it poured rain, and we stood under the narrow awning outside the restaurant while various folks drove people to their cars or home, and the rain came down in drops of various sizes, lit by the a long tube of blue neon over the restaurant door, and lightning broke very bright, and it was so beautiful. Liz, who I had just met, who I had noticed listening expressively to the reading, told me she reads my lj. Hi Liz, I can' t remember your username, but I'm glad you're here and hope you got to the ferry safely, home safely.

The reading was a lovely thing. Next, in a couple of weeks: Chicago, Friday, June 4 at 7:30 at Women and Children First during BookExpoAmerica. Come one, come all, and tell friends!

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