Monday, January 25th, 2010
When it comes to New York literary venues, the 92nd Street Y is pretty much as good as it gets. Larry and I took the stage last night, and generations of relatives living and dead plotzed up and down the east coast. We were joined by the hilarious novelist Amy Sohn, fearless self-experimenter A.J. Jacobs, brilliant memoir expert Ben Yagoda, musically unparalleled Michael Hearst, and dozens of book contributors and contest winners with their own New York stories to tell.
It was an eclectic evening that included the world’s largest screening of our new video, a five-minute history of the memoir told exclusively in book titles, a group discussion on dating dating columnists and paying unpaid writers, and six never-before-heard six-word songs, featuring hits like “I’ve never been to Staten Island” and “Both my dads drive taxi cabs.”
As usual, the best parts came from you. Katie Baker reminded the men in the audience, “Not on my subway line? Dealbreaker.” Paul Beckman lamented, “No place else knows a schmear.” And book contributor Beth Carter flew in from Missouri just to ask us, “Does the naked cowboy get cold?”