Offers That Can’t Be Refused

With three interviews and numerous errands today, and a 10-day tour that starts at 4 a.m. tomorrow, it was hard to justify going to a concert last night. Harder still to justify going backstage and talking to some guys in the band until almost 1 a.m.

But when the band is the Pogues . . . well, I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Bear in mind, this is an opportunity that came about because I hang with some big dogs, guys who attract a lot of admiration from the kind of people that also attract admiration. Sometimes, it’s cool to be the chihuahua.

Oh, and everyone with whom I spoke last night is a thousand times better-read than I am. Proust! Finnegans Wake! (I’ve never met a non-professor/non-English major who had read this.) I even got a little advice on how to conquer Ulysses. “The first part is slow, but once you get to Bloom, it picks up.” “Hmmmm. Can I sort of skip ahead? Or at least skim.?” It was decreed that I could, if I must.

My advice? DiFara’s pizza in Brooklyn. Oh, yes, it was a pretty lofty cultural exchange.

Anyway, if you notice the bags under my eyes in the television segment I’m taping today, for air tomorrow — I don’t care.

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8 thoughts on “Offers That Can’t Be Refused

  1. I was just reading about Bloom- in an article on Jewish Dublin(there is or was a sign on the house where he lived- though as a fictional character…..). I have not read it either. As for Proust- well, I have eaten a madeleine and at La Madeleine. And I probably spelled it wrong.

  2. I was looking at your tour schedule Laura, wow. Well there are a couple of plane flights to grad a nap, maybe. Have a great time and I’m really looking forward to your new Tess book. I listened to the inteview and got a few laughs there.

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