A couple of weeks ago I got down to Georgia for three readings. Went even better than expected. We filled the Cine screening room in Athens for Sabrina Orah Mark’s book launch for Tsim Tsum (with Blake Butler and I opening) – I did an all comics reading, which almost didn’t happen because we rolled in late from Atlanta and I barely got my laptop hooked up in time. After the reading we introduced Blake to The Manhattan Cafe’s Maker’s and Blenheim’s – I think we have another convert. The next day Sabrina and I went back down 316 to the ATL to read at The Solar Anus with Sandra Simonds and Laura Carter. Generous and solid human beings Jamie Iredell and Blake hosted us, and we had the pleasure of meeting the third Anus host, Amy McDaniel (read her posts on HTML Giant – she’s smart). Small crowd, all good people, awesome reading. We sat in a circle around a cooler of beers. It’s kind of weird that not all readings use this format. Back to Athens – genius reading by genius Reg McKnight on Monday night – breaking out his first book for a live crowd in a decade. Then my VOX Reading on Tuesday night, once again at Cine, to a big crowd in their beautiful screening room. The good folks at UGA arranged for two excellent writers to read with me – Andy Jamison, and my old Athens buddy, Patrick Denker. Patrick got up there, threw his three-day-old Sony Vaio on the cement floor, and then gave a sweat-fueled dramatic reading from his epic-in-progress transliteration of Dante’s Inferno. It was good. I can’t wait to see this thing finished. I warned the crowd that I would fail following a reading like Denker’s. I went ahead and read stuff from The Complete Collection; I read an old story called “Waterslide” that I’ve always loved a lot, but is only finally being published – in the next issue of Anemone Sidecar – and then I premiered some sections from new book about Baltimore. The book only exists in handwritten notebooks that no one else has read, so it was a bit scary revealing it before a live studio audience. I think it went well. I’m tentatively calling the book 100 Atrocities from a Fictional Town Called Baltimore. We’ll see if that sticks.

Here’s the evidence (didn’t take enough pictures – missed Atlanta all together):