I have never been to the 92nd Y. An omission. Tonight finally I went to the 92nd Y to listen to A.L. Kennedy and Roddy Doyle.
Mrs. Kennedy did try very hard to be funny, but that’s human, and Roddy is an excellent reader. Not all excellent writers are excellent readers. He is both.
Once again I asked myself what’s the advantage of listening to an author while you can read his or her books. I guess the most important advantage is that you can try to touch the writer after the reading.
In front of me a blond woman was biting her nails as if there was no tomorrow.
Thank god while Roddy Doyle was reading she forgot about her nails.