The Very Very Last Post About the Tour (Sad Noise!)
Cities visited: 11
Xanax consumed: .25 mg. (That was the very first date, in LA. I’m done with Xanax. I’m dissociated from reality enough as it is. Maybe I should hold a giveaway for the rest of the bottle. Except that that’s probably a crime.)
Caffeine consumed: lots
Alcohol consumed: next question
The Long Song, by Andrea Levy
*Zero History, by William Gibson
*Medium Raw, by Anthony Bourdain
*Swords and Dark Magic, ed. Lou Anders and Jonathan Strahan (Read three quarters of it, then left it on the plane to Seattle. DAMMIT.)
*Solar, by Ian McEwan
*The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, by David Mitchell
*Super Sad True Love Story, by Gary Shteyngart
Lake Overturn, by Vestal McIntyre
Mathilda Savitch, by Victor Lodato
The Invisible Mountain, by Carolina de Robertis
The Solitude of Prime Numbers, by Paolo Giordano
(This list is pretty un-genre. That’s because three of them were for a novel contest I’m judging, and a couple more were for a book group I met with at the great Rakestraw Books in Danville, CA. And then there’s work. I starred the books I read on my own or would have read on my own.)
Movies watched: Reign of Fire. Eh.
TV watched: Two episodes of The Venture Brothers, “The Lepidopterists” and “Dr. Quymn Medicine viagra Woman.” I’m not in a big TV phase right now.
Official Tour Theme Song: “Love My Way,” Psychedelic Furs. Or maybe “My Mathematical Mind,” Spoon. Or “Do You Swear to Tell the Whole no prescription azithromycin Truth and Nothing But the Truth So Help Your Black Ass” by Amanda Palmer. They kind of switched off days.
Official Tour Breakfast: French toast. Every day. (Best example of same: Pinecrest Diner in San Francisco.)
Rock star moment: It was in San Francisco at Writers with Drinks. This was the only group reading I did, and the only one in a bar. The bar was called The Make-Out Room. I was the last of six readers, so I was seriously nervous. Tobias Wolff had read earlier, and I was coming right after slam poet Taylor Mali, who had crushed. I was on my third pint. I got up on stage and said “How many goddamn, motherfucking, wand-licking Harry Potter fans in the bar right now? This one’s for you.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It seemed to work at the time.
Also awesome: In Portland there was a guy wearing a Brakebills t-shirt. And not just a regular old Brakebills t-shirt, a really beautiful one. Thanks man. And your friend who made that for you? I know a lot of people who’d like to talk to him.
Things lost in hotel rooms and on airplanes: headphones, book, razors (2), swimsuit, sleep, dignity
Position of The Magicians on next week’s New York Times bestseller list: #12!!!!!
Weight gained: eyeballing it, I’m gonna say 8 pounds
Message to everybody who came: THANK YOU.
Champagne consumed: one glass of Moët on the last night in Minneapolis. Cheers.