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Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

The Time I Met J.K. Rowling: A Confession (Part One)

Here’s a little-known fact about me: I met J.K. Rowling once. I wish it were a littler-known fact, but what can you do.

“Not blog about it” would be one answer. But since it’s out there I feel an urge to explain it. And also apologize for it. “The time I met J.K. Rowling” sounds like a great story, but it isn’t.

Here’s how it went down.

The year was 2005. We’d just about gutted out the two-year gap between Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince (my coping mechanism was to start writing The Magicians in 2004). In the weeks before the new book came out, Rowling’s American publisher, Scholastic, let it be known that she would give exactly one interview to one U.S. print publication.

Everybody put their bids in. For whatever reason, Time won. They sent me.

It wasn’t a fait accompli. You wouldn’t think it, but Time has some major-league Harry Potter fans on staff. Senior staff. They can rattle off trivia like they were Newt Scamander or some shit. But I was the books guy, and the most visibly nerdy staff member. So I went.

And there was another reason they sent me, which was that my marriage was falling apart.

I’ve never seen it written down anywhere, and nobody has ever copped to it out loud, but I think there’s a policy at Time that if you’re having some kind of major personal crisis, they’ll send you on a bigtime cushy assignment to help you deal with it. Like I said, I’ve never seen anything official, but I’ve seen guys going through divorces get posted to Samoa. News doesn’t break in Samoa.

I’ve posted about this before, so I won’t get into gory details, but suffice it to say I was deep down a hole. It was a bad time. I guess the conventional phrase would be “a rough patch.” I could see the bloody, broken fingernails of those who’d been in the hole before me. But I hadn’t yet figured out the trick with the basket to start clawing my way out. So Time put me on a plane for the U.K.

This was a straight-up boondoggle, a leftover from the great age of print. Certainly the last boondoggle I ever went on. The excuse was that I could double up on stories: V for Vendetta was shooting in London. I would hang around the set, take in the scene, then hop a flight to Edinburgh for an audience with the queen. The whole thing would take a week.

I remember looking back at my car, as I left it in long-term-parking at JFK in the blazing July heat, and literally thinking: maybe I’ll just never come back.

V for Vendetta was shooting in a decomissioned Tube station down the longest spiral staircase I’ve ever seen. It took ten minutes to climb down there, and by the time you got down there you’d gone from broiling to freezing. You felt like you’d entered the underworld.

Down in the underworld I watched Natalie Portman kiss Hugo Weaving in a wooden mask 50 times in 50 different ways. I talked to Natalie. I talked to Hugo. They were nice. He was giant, she was so tiny she looked like a special effect. You can probably see me moping around in the background in the DVD extras.

When I wasn’t doing that, I walked around and ate street food to keep expenses down, reread all the Harry books, and drank in pubs. This was my peak drinking period, and thank God those years are never coming back. That was me, the American with the shaved head and the 1000-yard stare and the yellow jacket with too many zip pockets, staggering around the National Gallery and bolting pints before closing time. In my one splurge dinner, at St. John’s, I got into a drunken conversation with a young lordling who invited me to a party and out to his estate in York.

Forever after I’ve wondered if he was bullshitting me. But I did turn up at the party. The first person I saw was David Schwimmer. I turned around and left. That was not the party for me.

When I checked out of my London hotel the bill clocked in at twice what I’d carefully budgeted in my expense-a-tron. I fled to Edinburgh.

[This is getting long so I’m going to two-part it. Really sorry for the tease. More tomorrow.]


11 comments on “The Time I Met J.K. Rowling: A Confession (Part One)

  1. Henry says:

    Yeah, you definitely don’t want to be at a David Schwimmer party. Good choice.

  2. Dan says:

    Ah, finally an explanation of *that* interview. You’ve been compared to Rita Skeeter for that one.

  3. Leverus says:

    It’s not a happy story

  4. M says:

    all bloggers like comments, so i’ll leave one.

  5. Melissa says:

    I wonder how many people actually have had satisfactory meetings with J.K. Rowling, or anyone famous they’re particularly fond of. Mine certainly wasn’t. I’d be lucky if I came up looking like a blithering idiot. Of course, I didn’t have to write about it, so maybe wordless shrieking was marginally acceptable? No? Ah, well.

  6. Nathan says:

    Ain’t no party like a David Schwimmer party, cause a David Schwimmer party don’t stop.

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  10. Ysnanum says:

    Just brilliant sir! Really well wrttein. It should definitely be quality not quantity but that’s not really living in the real world. Its all about throwing so much in your face at once that in that giant mess you will find at least one thing that strikes your fancy. It seems they’ve completely given up on finding their target audience and just make their target audience literally everyone. Instead of catering to the true artists of magic and those who love it, magicians/advertisers market tricks that would take even the most skilled magician a long time to master, to kids, under the guise, like you said, you can do this trick immediately. And what’s funny about it is these are the same people that talk crap about criss angel for making a joke of the industry for fame when they’re doing the same thing just for money. They mislead those beginners all in the hopes they might make a few dollars. So i don’t want to see them complaining about anyone giving the magic community a bad name until they stop doing that. But that’s just my opinion .from a lay person.

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