This may be a little forward, but I've been a fan of yours and Amanda's for a long time, before you met each other, and you both seem much happier than you did before- so- I guess I am just happy you two are happy, and the more happiness the better I think.
I just remembered the story Amanda Palmer told the crowd at her concert in Chicago.
She got quiet for a sec (after we sang happy birthday to neil) and then looked up and said, “Can I tell you guys something really corny?”
Of course, everyone in the audience scream and hollered yes. Amanda, you can tell us anything.
So she says that earlier in the day she walked down Clark Street in Wrigleyville just to see what was around. There’s not much in Wrigleyville other than sports bars and more sports bar. Eventually she stopped at comic book store and went inside. She quickly checked to see if anyone recognized her and then proceeded to walk around the store. As she left, the guy at the counter said hey. She said hey back. He asked her to draw a picture for a friend of his since she was a huge fan. Amanda said sure and the comic book dude asked if there was anything he could get for her. He could hook her up if she wanted. She asked do you wanna know the truth? Of course.
She said that when she was feeling lonely, she would go to comic book stores and look at all of Neil’s work on the shelves.
And holy fucking shit did that make my heart hurt.
(Mine too. When I miss her I am significantly more likely to look at Amanda Palmer photos on Tumblr than to walk into a record store.)
Neil Gaiman, illus. by Adam Rex. Harper, $17.99 (32p) ISBN 978-0-06-201781-9
No wolves in the walls or button-eyed parents in this story about a baby panda named Chu. Yet Gaiman builds suspense from the enigmatic opening sentence (“When Chu sneezed, bad things happened”), which frames a portrait of the roly-poly protagonist, decked out in a striped T-shirt, aviator cap, and goggles. Gaiman maximizes anxiety by having Chu visit a tranquil library (“There was old-book-dust in the air”) and a crowded diner (“There was a lot of pepper in the air”). Twice, Chu’s anxious parents ask, “Are you going to sneeze?” and itchy-nosed Chu—snapping his goggles over his eyes in preparation—does not follow through. That evening, under a big top whose performing animals echo the menagerie in Rex’s Tree Ring Circus, Chu cannot resist, and his true power is revealed. Gaiman’s comic timing gets a boost from strategic book design and from Rex’s hyperreal paintings, which emphasize Chu’s round, fuzzy form and apparent harmlessness. Gaiman and Rex deliver a classic one-two-three punch, making hay from the notion that a cuddly baby panda is not to be trusted.
Lush are wonderful, and about 5 years ago they did a STARDUST bath bomb.
Last Friday Amanda went for a walk with Jason Webley, I went for a walk with my kids. I stopped off at the Cambridge Lush, spent too much money buying things that I know Amanda likes (eg massage bars with beans in, and the angels facial scrub stuff) and some of the things that I like (such as the Big shampoo).
When Amanda got home she proudly presented me with all the things she’d got as presents for me that I’d bought myself, and she’d happily bought herself all the things that I’d bought her. So our friends and family got extra Lush goodies that day…
I work in a book store and we've been awaiting the new edition of Stardust. I've got a couple of intrested customers (people who come in all the time, regulars). Last I read it was supposed to be out last month, at least that was what our customer service website said. Did we just not get it D: Your section in our store is too small for my taste. We need more Gaiman.
It came out at the end of last month. I’ve had copies put in front of me by people who bought them.
You might not be able to tell us this, but is your next Doctor Who script going to be part of the second half of the series airing this spring, and does it have anything special related to the 50th anniversary of DW? :) Love your work! Thanks for being awesome.
Yes, it’ll be episode 12 - the penultimate one of this series.
It definitely has things that relate to 50 years of Doctor Who in it, but that’s mostly because they made me happy to put them in.
Not related to anything at all, but which way up do you eat toast? With the topping down towards your tongue (so you can taste it more), or the normal way? I was just wondering because I mentioned to people recently that I ate toast the first way and they looked at me like I was crazy.
I put the thing on the toast facing upward, because bitter experience has taught me that things can drip and fall, and I like things on my toast to remain on my toast, and not to find themselves on my clothes or the floor instead.
I am confident that during the chewing process I will taste everything on the top of the toast.
I can't help but notice that in that astonishingly awesome cast list there doesn't appear to be an obvious Marquis... I can't identify either of the black actors (I presume) from the Christopher Lee photo, are you allowed to give us names?
I don’t know what I can say or not. But the astonishing David Harewood is the Marquis.
Yesterday I had the extreme fortune and pleasure of seeing Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer, and Anthony Martignetti in Amanda’s hometown of Lexington, MA.
It was a celebration of Anthony’s incredible life and of his memoir, Lunatic Heroes. Despite this, I had bought my ticket to see Neil and Amanda- my idol and his brilliant, brilliant rockstar wife, who have both increasingly influenced my life. After much deliberation, I brought my original copy of Neil’s American Gods to be signed.
The night was as close to as perfect as I could have imagined. Even if I had to leave before I got my book signed, and even if public transport took far too long getting me back to Boston. (That particularly irritated me.) Neil and Amanda singing “Makin Whoopee” was probably one of the greatest things in my life.
I didn’t expect to be so influenced by Anthony. His reading was raw and sometimes harrowing. His story was compelling and it is that which I remember more than Neil’s reading or Amanda’s performance. It was during this reading that I changed my mind. I came for Neil and Amanda. I stayed for Anthony.
You can find Anthony’s book here. From what I’ve read so far, I heartily recommend it.
Second, it is truly remarkable what ends people’s careers in Washington - and what does not end them. As Hastings detailed in that interview, Petraeus has left a string of failures and even scandals behind him: a disastrous Iraqi training program, a worsening of the war in Afghanistan since he ran it, the attempt to convert the CIA into principally a para-military force, the series of misleading statements about the Benghazi attack and the revealed large CIA presence in Libya. To that one could add the constant killing of innocent people in the Muslim world without a whiff of due process, transparency or oversight.
Yet none of those issues provokes the slightest concern from our intrepid press corps. His career and reputation could never be damaged, let alone ended, by any of that. Instead, it takes a sex scandal - a revelation that he had carried on a perfectly legal extramarital affair - to force him from power. That is the warped world of Washington. Of all the heinous things the CIA does, the only one that seems to attract the notice or concern of our media is a banal sex scandal. Listening to media coverage, one would think an extramarital affair is the worst thing the CIA ever did, maybe even the only bad thing it ever did (Andrea Mitchell: “an agency that has many things to be proud about: many things to be proud about”).
Do you write in the margins of the books you read?
Almost never. I don’t like reading books that people have written in the margins of — it’s like having someone nudge you in the ribs and give an unasked-for commentary while you’re reading. I would rather it was just me and the author, and try to extend that courtesy to future readers.
Although honesty compels me to admit I put a small exclamation mark in the margin of David Byrne’s HOW MUSIC WORKS when I reached the sentence “Zé and his music prove that we will always fuck the system up in the most beautiful and unexpected ways.”