The Frankfurt Book Fair, the world's largest gathering of publishing people for the purpose of selling rights, is now in full swing. I haven't heard a peep from my hubby since he got to his hotel a few days ago, but that's typical. He generally loses his voice by the end of the first day and gets caught up in a whirlwind of speed-meetings with foreign publishers and wine-soaked ethnic mashup dinners that last into the wee hours. (What happens when you take the Ukrainians to a Spanish restaurant in Germany? If it's comparable to taking the Greeks to a Lebanese restaurant in London, I have some idea.)
Since we're getting no reports from Jason, feel free to check in on the official fair blogs here.
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Wow . . . I knew I was missing something by living in Waco and now I know what it is: wine-soaked ethnic mashup dinners!
Hi Mark,
It's true! He called when I got home from work (after midnight in Frankfurt) and had just entertained a gang from Poland. Amazingly, he still had his voice!
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