Hugh Hefner died ast week. That news sparked a memory of a friend I once had in college. Her name was Karen, too, but there all resemblance ended. She had blond hair and blue eyes, a perfect 36-24-36 figure. Karen was so pretty that she found it normal when men would drag her off the street and into their cars. She was once a Playboy Playmate of the Month.
I don't know what ever happened to her. But I think, even then, she was lost. Hugh Hefner did my friend Karen no favors.Yes, he normalized premarital sex. But a cottontail on a grown woman is not a good thing, then or now.
To all good things comes an end. So, too, my book blog tour. What's striking to me is the surprise expressed across the board by my reviewers. They had taken on my book knowing it was outside their comfort zone or of a subject matter they wouldn't normally touch. I'm all the more grateful they enjoyed the read.
As I rev up now for my live tour of Southern California, I've been trying to take the long view. The Dancing Girl and the Turtle is the first of what I hope will be a four volume set of interlocking novels of Shanghai. But that wasn't always my intention. In fact, I had no plan at all. This week's blog post: Genesis of a Quartet.
For those of you are in Amsterdam, please join me this Saturday for an Afternoon of Readings by poets, storytellers and fiction writers. I'm the co-host and will be reading, too.
As for those of you in sunny California, it won't be long now. See you soon!