Last night, Pete and I attended Literary Rock & Roll: American Dreamers, part of Story Week, at Metro. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing Heidi Durrow read from her book, “The Girl who Fell from the Sky”. I’m putting it on my to-read list for sure. And I enjoyed hearing about her creative process, publishing woes, and charming Barabara Kingsolver story—one of my favorite writers. I love hearing that people I admire are nice.
After Durow’s reading, it was John Sayles‘ turn. He was there to share from his novel, “A Moment in the Sun”. John Sayles is MASSIVE. He’s like eight feet tall with sharp facial features, huge Popeye forearms, and a tuft of white hair protruding from his barely buttoned black shirt. Sayles looks like he could knock out a younger man with one punch. He looks like a comic book hero that fights alligators in the Amazon. But I could also picture him buying art in Taos. I’m a big fan of his films, especially “Lone Star”. However, I don’t really know what his book is about. Boy stuff—war or something. I’m sure it’s amazing—he’s definitely a passionate (and prolific) storyteller. But I obviously prefer stories about people and families and personal experience.