Saturday I was on top of my game. We swimming lessoned, we cleaned the apartment, we went to target, AND had a date night where Kamel and I went out to a GROWN UP dinner and then to see Lena Dunham pimp her new book.
Sunday I was a failure. We had birthday celebrations for my dad at my parent’s where I forgot the camera and my dad’s PRESENT. GAH! The rest of the day I moped and watched Outlander until I fell asleep on the couc hat 730! What?! (Reason why there was not a Monday blog. Sorry guys.)
Oh look! you can see the semi blurry spec that was Lena Dunham! I had several requests on instagram to fill them in on how her book tour was. I have a few thoughts:
First, I have been to several readings of amazing writers. I have never really been to an invent for a famous person. I have always seen Lena as a writer more than a famous person, but I was wrong. She is a famous person and there is a big difference.
I was really surprised by the amount of fan-girl-ness there. The woman in front of Kamel pretty much sobbed the entire time. The host of the evening, the manager of the University Bookstore, got choked up while introducing her and speaking about her book. It was kind of bizarre and a little embarrassing.
Lena is incredibly approachable-seeming. The way she speaks to the audience is really disarming, almost like we COULD be best friends if only there weren’t so many goddamn people here. She isn’t the greatest reading-out-loud person, but she can speak to a large amount of people beautifully.
Instead of taking questions from the audience, she had them pre-screened and on note cards. I felt that enhanced her unapproachable-ness. By comparison, Margaret Atwood (much older, much more accomplished) took questions from the audience for a long period of time, completely off the cuff. That, and Lena’s books were pre-signed, so you got virtually no face time after paying $$ so that she can promote yet another thing she is hoping you buy.
After her reading/chat was over she left before anyone else and hid in a back room somewhere like a rockstar, where she took special visitors she had specifically requested come to her reading. The rest of us milled about and then left. I thought maybe she would come out after the majority of everyone had left, but while walking back to our car we noticed a back exit with a black SUV, motor running, waiting for Lena. And another car blocking the ally like Lena was the president or something. I was really surprised and pretty eye-rolly about it.
It was a total adventure though! And we had suc ha good time on our night out! There’s just a genuine difference between famous writers and famous people and I definitely enjoy the famous writers way more.