But first: A few things I should have made clearer yesterday:
The pizza party is 6:30-9:30 p.m. on Aug. 22, a Monday, at Iggie’s, 818 N. Calvert Street.
It’s first-come, first serve. If you’re one of the first forty to buy a book via the link, you’re on the guest list.
If you’ve already pre-ordered a book or an e-book — through an independent bookseller or any online retailer, in any formate — e-mail me at laura AT lauralippman.com.
Meanwhile . . . the interview machine is up and running. I taped one yesterday, I am taping one today, I am doing one by phone tonight or tomorrow, meeting with a Baltimore Sun reporter Thursday. In yesterday’s interview, Sheilah Kast, always thoughtful, told me The Most Dangerous Thing was unsettling. To that, I can only say: I hope so. She also wondered if I took a negative view toward honesty, given that a character in the book, arguably its moral center, advises someone close to him that our culture has a “mania” for honesty that is not always productive.
I prize honesty. I’m a basically honest person. I say “basically” because I’m a big fan of the social lie. But I’ve lied to get out of trouble. I lied to get out of speeding ticket recently. (I claimed I was racing to the nearest restroom and the young state trooper was so embarrassed for me that he let me go with a warning.)
But a lot of people want to be rewarded for honesty and I don’t think it works that way. Just because you’re willing to tell someone about your transgressions doesn’t mean you can be forgiven. If you are forgiven, that’s all about the good nature of the person you’ve hurt, not about you. It doesn’t really wipe the slate clean. Confession is good for the confessor’s soul.
Sheilah asked me if it was punishment enough for people to go through life knowing that they have done something horrible. I think so, assuming the person isn’t a sociopath or doesn’t try to rationalize what was done. But what do you think? I’d really like to know. Honestly.