Sunday, Oct. 16, the Hunter’s Moon rose over NYC. The Hunter’s Moon is the full moon after the Harvest Moon, which is the one closest to the fall equinox. The Hunter’s Moon is also called the Blood Moon, and this year it rose big and red. A bunch of us, led by the indomitable Keith Michael, wanted to see it from the Brooklyn Bridge, so we did.
Strolling over the bridge in sunset.
Just taking photos.
Just taking more photos.
Cables at sunset.
Cables after sunset.
Manhattan gets pastel at dusk…
…and colorful after dark.
Finally, the Hunter’s Moon.
It rises through the cables of the Manhattan Bridge, in the distance.
The higher it goes, the more color it loses.
In the cables, it looks doubled.
Then the Man in the Moon just looks confused.
Finally, peering into other peoples’ windows through the reflections in their glass, we head off the bridge and home.
Now that I have a little leisure — after the New Orleans/Mississippi trip there were Philadelphia and Saratoga Springs, and the teaching semester started — I’m catching up on some photos I wanted to show you. At Dunleith Castle, a mansion we toured in Natchez, one of the rooms has absolutely sensational wallpaper. Les Zones Terrestres by the Zuber Co. is what it sounds like — all the climates of the earth, shading into one another in a 33-panel spread that wraps around the room. These are details. I was hoping to find more complete photos on the Zuber website, but no. The blocks it was printed from were destroyed during WWII, so it’s not made anymore. It’s astoundingly beautiful. The White House has a Zuber wallpaper, Vues de l’Amérique du Nord, in the Diplomatic Reception Room, and another Natchez mansion has a different set, Hindustan, along the gallery walls. I’ve never been a wallpaper fan, but these knocked me out. I wish I could show you more but I couldn’t back up far enough to take wide shots. If in Natchez, though, do not miss this!
If you get to where you can’t stand it during the VP debate tonight or the Prez debate on Sunday, here’s twenty minutes of the Bouchercon panel I was on with Lawrence Block, Bill Crider, Joe Lansdale, and Catherine Coulter.
Think I’m kidding, right? Nope. The story’s this: I went down to my sister’s in Philly for Rosh Hashonah. Her son — the youngest of the Four Fabulous Nephews — goes to Franklin and Marshall College, near Lancaster. He came for the holiday, too, and this morning, she and I drove him back. She mentioned there’s a barber school in town a lot of the kids go to for $5 haircuts.
Now, those of you who saw me at Bouchercon might have remarked upon my unaccustomedly long hair. So I took my head to barber school.
My cut was simple, though my cutter, Ryan, a relaxed, sweet young man with filigree earlobe-expanders, took a serious approach, measuring and clipping slowly. Other students were doing fades, short-top-and-sides, complete buzzes, all kinds of styles. The place was filled with regulars and students, cracking jokes, talking movies and football. No customer could leave the chair until the instructor came to check to work. He, the instructor, strolled from chair to chair, advising the students.
The whole thing, from signing in to waiting to the cut, took 25 minutes and, with the parking and the tip, cost $9.50. Which in NYC would not have covered the tip. Plus, it was fun. If you’re in Lancaster, PA, I recommend Champ’s Barber School.
Me having a total fan girl moment with the great composer and accordionist Guy Klucevsek at the launch party last night for his new CD, “Teetering on the Verge of Normalcy.” A great musician and a super nice, um, guy.
Me (running my mouth as usual) with Ovidia Yu and Ann Aptaker at the Singapore Literature Festival talking about “Killer Women.” Photo by Tina Mani Kanagaratnam, with whom I spent a lovely, rainy day. The Singapore Lit Fest is the brainchild of Singaporean poet named Jee Leong Koh, who brought it into being out of nothing. It’s a biennial event celebrating Singapore writers and their US counterparts. I was proud to be asked to be involved, delighted to share a stage with these terrific women, and I recommend if you love Singapore, or writing, that you look for the 2018 iteration of the Singapore Literary Festival.
This is me lurking in the shadows of Doe’s Eat Place, Greenville, Mississippi. Doe’s was originally a honky-tonk, and later a restaurant. On the wrong side of the tracks because Doe himself was Italian, which made him, like the Lebanese and Jews of Greenville, colored folk, the restaurant found itself sneaking white folks in the back door because the steaks were so good. Now anyone can eat at Does, and I do recommend it.
Quick post because I’m supposed to be packing to leave New Orleans and go to Mississippi, but I wanted to show you the Eye, the Private Eye Writers of America Lifetime Achievement Award. I got this Friday night. Love to be a member of this organization, so LOVE this award. Thanks, guys.