Singing Those Book Signing Blues

(I found this humor essay I wrote about Margaret Atwood’s LongPen invention and author book signings while scouring through my files in my quest to publish an essay a day this year.)

Author Margaret Atwood has invented a remote-controlled pen which allows her to sign books for her fans from thousands of miles away. BBC News

There comes a time in every author’s life when he or she has to enter the tawdry world of commerce, and engage in that most stressful of situations – the book signing. I can tell you firsthand, there is nothing in life as nerve-wracking as sitting at a wobbly card table in the center of a cavernous Books ‘R Us, with your darlings heaped on the table like a pile of yesterday’s fish.

Even the most esteemed and seasoned authors find book signings anxiety producing and exhausting. To this end, award-winning Canadian author Margaret Atwood, no stranger to book tours and signings, developed a device that allows authors to sign their books from home or office, effectively eliminating the need to sign a book in person. The LongPen was unveiled several years ago at the London Book Fair, with Atwood signing a copy of her new short story collection, The Tent, for her publisher who was in another area of the exhibition hall. The author merely has to sign an electronic pad, and then seconds later a mechanism consisting of two metal arms holding a pen, will reproduce the signature in a reader’s book.

I understand Atwood’s motivation. Besides the obvious appeal of being able to stay in your pajamas in the comfort of your own kitchen, it also removes the author from that most stressful of modern day contrivances – the book signing. Book signings are a fairly recent literary phenomenon, gaining steadily in popularity during the past few decades to the point where they are now seen as absolutely critical to a book’s success. That sounds good in theory, but the fact is most authors are solitary creatures who would prefer not to interact with anyone, thank you very much. J. D. Salinger had the right idea. Continue reading

Redefining Luxury at The Summit

(This humor essay is original to my website today. It was inspired by the over-the-top ads for luxury apartments in the Sunday NY Times magazine.)

Welcome to luxury living at its best. The residences at The Summit will soon be considered the city’s preeminent private address. We, the discriminating staff at these soon-to-be-completed premier estate apartments, have anticipated your every need, desire, and even whim. What is an estate apartment? you might ask. Well, we at The Summit have combined the finest elements of estate living with the convenience of the apartment lifestyle and blended them into one superlative living experience.

We know you are a rare and exceptional individual with a family unit that is as extraordinary and gifted as you are. And we wish to make your life simpler and even more perfect than it already is. Perfection is our middle name!

Each family will be assigned their own full-time personal lifestyle consultant who will oversee the domestic staff and see to those annoying details in life that can be so aggravating. Never again will you have to re-set your clocks for daylight savings time, order and then wait around for takeout, haggle over a red wine stain the dry cleaner missed on your favorite cashmere sweater, find the right feng sui consultant, or wonder how all your various remote controls work. We realize that you have more important things to do – after all you are an accomplished, superior person.

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Checking Out the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition

(Thus essay was originally published in Main Line Life on 2/20/08.)

Sometimes it is just so easy to be a newspaper columnist. For example, this morning I was going through my notebook where I write down all my intellectually stimulating ideas for essays, discarding anything to do with politics, when the mail arrived. And voila, there it was – the mother lode. Or maybe mother lode isn’t the correct term to describe the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. I sincerely doubt whether any of the models are mothers.

My husband is a longtime subscriber to Sports Illustrated because he is a manly man who loves all sports. He will watch anything to do with sports on television – replays of football games from the 1960s, bronco riding, smack-down wrestling, soccer games between obscure countries with Spanish-speaking announcers, poker. Poker? Is that really a sport? He has subscribed to Sports Illustrated since before there was a swimsuit edition. In fact, I think some of his earlier “collectors editions” may be printed on papyrus. So he doesn’t subscribe just for the swimsuit edition. Let’s just call it one of life’s unexpected little bonuses.

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K – The Magazine All About Me

(This essay was originally published several years ago in a local section of the Chicago Tribune.)

K – The Magazine All About ME

At last, a concept I can grab onto and run with. Why didn’t I think of it myself? Martha Stewart has one, and now Oprah has one, called O. I want one too. My own magazine, all about me. ME, ME, ME!!! I find myself to be fascinating, and I know you will too. I’m going to call it K.

First of all, I am not a celebrity. That’s what makes K such a great concept. A Real Woman talking to Real Women. I mean, is it truly possible to trust a woman who rides in a limo to work every day, and who has never been up all night with a child who has the flu and diarrhea every half-hour on the hour? Who has probably never held a funeral in a snowstorm for a goldfish, participated in a science experiment involving hard boiled eggs soaking in vinegar for two weeks, or worked the snack concession for a track meet when there’s a wind chill of 28 below.

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