Last night around 11 pm my publisher handed me the first copy of my new novel. Although I had the flu we drank a glass of champagne. To be on the safe side I ordered a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice as well. The editor was present too, happier than ever.
My classes at the university in Leiden were influenced by my illness. Maybe that’s why I didn’t hear any complaints that my questions were too personal this time.
One of the students remarked: “The reader is a disaster tourist.”