17 December 2008
15 December 2008
An Honourable Calling
A major snowstorm hits Ottawa December 9, causing already congested roads to become parking lots. But there was a book launch, “An Honourable Calling” by Allan Blakeney, and there was no question but that it was going ahead. So after a while sitting in the parking lot that was the Parkway, I arrived at the National Library & Archives. Of course, the weather held up a lot of people; one gentleman bounced in and exclaimed "Typical Saskatchewn weather!" ....so that explains it, eh? Even Mr. Blakeney himself had a hard time getting there; no cabs to be found, so he had had to walk a good many blocks.
However, as Allan Blakeney's interview began with the Hill Times reporter(only a little later than the planned 5:30 start), the room began to fill up, to the point that more chairs were put out; well over 70 people. Amazing community of supporters, those prairie people, and the interview was excellent. All copies of the book were sold. An impressive launch!
However, as Allan Blakeney's interview began with the Hill Times reporter(only a little later than the planned 5:30 start), the room began to fill up, to the point that more chairs were put out; well over 70 people. Amazing community of supporters, those prairie people, and the interview was excellent. All copies of the book were sold. An impressive launch!
Mini Book Expo: The Way Ahead
Tom Brzustowski is so highly regarded that it seems impossible to contradict anything he has written. Accordingly, I will not write about my first impressions of his book “The Way Ahead: Meeting Canada’s Productivity Challenge”. Just let me state that the author claims this is written “for members of the general public”, but keep in mind that the general public the author seems most familiar with are fellow academics and a large smattering of those in politics. It reads like a university text, complete with jargon and diagrams that are designed for powerpoint presentations. It is not a text for a business manager who wishes to find something about productivity for his business.
The theme, broadly speaking, is that Canada must move from a commodity economy to a knowledge-based, value-added economy. Starting off with a look at Canada’s place in the world, using a few familiar parameters (age, population) with an added focus on science & engineering, we don’t seem to be any worse off than other countries (in spite of the author’s complaint that we do not earn enough advanced degrees). One finds all the standard charts and data, all to say government should expand its role beyond supporting research and sharing risk on some industrial R&D to helping Canadian companies bring new products to world markets. Apparently we have known this since the Porter Admonition of 2002. However hard I looked, I found Canada’s productivity challenge is no different than for any other country, insofar as this book is concerned. What we must do is what any country must do to keep abreast internationally and it appears that we are doing ok. Even where the author claims there is a problem, it seems to evaporate. Take this example, following on from the above quote:
“…substantial differences arise only when we look at the ways in which university research is connected with wealth creation” and so we do, and we find “the Canadian record for commercializing inventions resulting from basic research is good” (p107). So, in fact, what we are dealing with is not a problem, but a desire to increase what we are already doing. It is high-level, stating Canada needs more of what it already does in areas such as R&D and “the government must do something about this”. I am sure the author did not mean to leave that impression, but that statement concerned me, because we hear that all too often, and it is not a statement that inspires action. It is expecting someone else to do something, and you know, that is a productivity problem right there.
The theme, broadly speaking, is that Canada must move from a commodity economy to a knowledge-based, value-added economy. Starting off with a look at Canada’s place in the world, using a few familiar parameters (age, population) with an added focus on science & engineering, we don’t seem to be any worse off than other countries (in spite of the author’s complaint that we do not earn enough advanced degrees). One finds all the standard charts and data, all to say government should expand its role beyond supporting research and sharing risk on some industrial R&D to helping Canadian companies bring new products to world markets. Apparently we have known this since the Porter Admonition of 2002. However hard I looked, I found Canada’s productivity challenge is no different than for any other country, insofar as this book is concerned. What we must do is what any country must do to keep abreast internationally and it appears that we are doing ok. Even where the author claims there is a problem, it seems to evaporate. Take this example, following on from the above quote:
“…substantial differences arise only when we look at the ways in which university research is connected with wealth creation” and so we do, and we find “the Canadian record for commercializing inventions resulting from basic research is good” (p107). So, in fact, what we are dealing with is not a problem, but a desire to increase what we are already doing. It is high-level, stating Canada needs more of what it already does in areas such as R&D and “the government must do something about this”. I am sure the author did not mean to leave that impression, but that statement concerned me, because we hear that all too often, and it is not a statement that inspires action. It is expecting someone else to do something, and you know, that is a productivity problem right there.
13 October 2008
Guerrilla Marketing book review
Guerrilla Publicity did not attract me for its title (nor the camouflage design on the cover) but its contents were well worth reading. The authors had an established reputation with the publication of the original edition and this one is a great update. If you have anything to do with publicity, this book is a valuable reference. Whether you need to pitch yourself, communicate with the media, find publicity ideas, this book will help; it also includes reality checks to help the reader become more professional - and realistic. It is up-to-date, including information about e-marketing, podcasts, blogging (even blog tours, something new to me).
I definitely recommend this book as an invaluable reference.
I definitely recommend this book as an invaluable reference.
03 October 2008
Book Review - miniBookExpo for bloggers
The Secret Laws of Attraction
Talane Miedaner
If you don’t need it, you will attract it.
You will attract what you signal to others.
From an initial reading of this book, these comments appeared to be incompatible. Take the time to read this book if you really wish to understand what is being said. So, to clarify the comments - if you truly do enjoy your life (which means you live according to your values), you will attract people. Conversely, if you appear needy, you will only attract needy people, not those who can fulfill your needs. It is a common truth that is described in so many books.
Although it is known that you often have to ask for what you need (sounds so simple, yet is so difficult!), I had a hard time with suggestions such as asking for “love notes” and affirmations. An executive I worked for, on leaving our company, asked people to write positive comments about herself in her “affirmation book”. I thought this was rather silly, but according to this book, she was behaving perfectly rationally and meeting her needs. OK. So maybe it is worth a try. I confess I did not test the program - and there is a program to follow: an extensive quiz to identify your needs, followed by an identification of your core values and how to meet your core needs. Lots of sensible advice, really.
As with self-help books in general, solutions are not as simple as following a few “rules” but if readers find some ideas to assist in their quest for happiness, the information cannot hurt. I do believe the best information in the book is the following:
You are responsible for your own happiness.
Talane Miedaner
If you don’t need it, you will attract it.
You will attract what you signal to others.
From an initial reading of this book, these comments appeared to be incompatible. Take the time to read this book if you really wish to understand what is being said. So, to clarify the comments - if you truly do enjoy your life (which means you live according to your values), you will attract people. Conversely, if you appear needy, you will only attract needy people, not those who can fulfill your needs. It is a common truth that is described in so many books.
Although it is known that you often have to ask for what you need (sounds so simple, yet is so difficult!), I had a hard time with suggestions such as asking for “love notes” and affirmations. An executive I worked for, on leaving our company, asked people to write positive comments about herself in her “affirmation book”. I thought this was rather silly, but according to this book, she was behaving perfectly rationally and meeting her needs. OK. So maybe it is worth a try. I confess I did not test the program - and there is a program to follow: an extensive quiz to identify your needs, followed by an identification of your core values and how to meet your core needs. Lots of sensible advice, really.
As with self-help books in general, solutions are not as simple as following a few “rules” but if readers find some ideas to assist in their quest for happiness, the information cannot hurt. I do believe the best information in the book is the following:
You are responsible for your own happiness.
09 June 2008
Ottawa Tulip Festival
The Tulip Festival has been completely refashioned and it seems to be a great success. The variety of programs was impressive and the weather cooperated with tulips opening just in time. The mirror tent was a marvel; a combination of burlesque and opulent and a (bad) touch of Canadiana (pine railing added to steps with bilingual “watch your step” signs). A few small things to pick on, but overall, thanks are due to many people for daring to try something new.
Seven Deadly Sins
To start off the radical new face of the Tulip Festival, the Seven Deadly Sins was a great kickoff. Great idea and very brave of the committee. Loads of fun listening to the various styles of the speakers, who all did a creditable job defending/ promoting their particular vice. Phil Jenkins was the winner, as he deserved, preparing a truly literary and lyrical speech about greed. In true Ottawa fashion, lust was last on the list of winners…
The rest are notes on some events featuring guest speakers – all with books, of course!
Dan Baker
This was the first test – how successful would the Tulip Festival be in attracting people its “Ideas” sessions? How many books would we expect to sell?
It was reassuring to see people sitting at various tables by 7:30; by 8:00 the place looked nicely full – definitely not a sell-out, but a very good turnout. I guess people really do want these “self-help” books. We sold all the What Happy Women Know and a good amount of What Happy People Know. Julian Armour asked about the latest book What Happy Companies Know. David answered that it was not available for this venue. Oh lord, I really hope he was not looking for such a dumb book…
One woman in her 50s asked “What is the difference between these? Why is there a separate one for women?”
“Good question” I replied. “I thought women went through years of struggle to be recognized as people.”
Meanwhile, David held his hands to his face and muttered that he would not get into this.
Well, it is ridiculous, isn’t it? Women want equality and want to be special. So ironic – male author.
Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie was the featured speaker, highlight of the festival, of course. Absolutely packed venue, even with a 75.00 ticket for reserved seats near the front (amazing). He read from his latest, skimming through the “tulip” section, as expected. We had an amazing array of his past works for sale and it was a feeding frenzy at the sales table (Satanic Verses were next favourite). I had people behind me trying to give me their credit cards…there was no crowd control whatsoever. I put on my mom-role finally, halting the action and saying “There is no lineup, so who’s next?” looking at everyone, trusting the intrinsic Canadian sense of honesty to sort out the masses.
Salman gave people their money’s worth. He spoke for 2 hours, and he would have continued indefinitely. Every response was a pontification that resulted in audience clapping their agreement. Paul Gessell was standing with us, and commented that it was interesting that Salman’s political remarks were apparently welcome, but not those of Falun Gong (referring to the latter’s removal from the Tulip Festival the day before). He did have a point.
I am so glad I did not attend Richard Florida’s event. I suspected he was a “flash in the pan” without much substance, and from all accounts I was right. On top of which, I was informed he was obnoxious and egocentric and I need not comment on his wife, who was in attendance with him.
James Howard Kunstler
As The Long Emergency was unpacked, the author appeared and introduced himself. He asked if we had his latest book. I looked at David, who responded that we were selling the book he was going to talk about, he had not looked at others. I got the bright idea of using my blackberry to search for it. There were a number of hits for “Kunstler” and I opened the 1st. It said “Clusterfuck Nation author JH Kunstler speaks about…” I went over to the author and showed him the screen, asking “Ahem, this is not the title of your new book, is it?” No, it was not, this was his blog. I checked his website, which was also full of colourful language (dickwad of the week, etc). His talk was equally interesting; he was most entertaining to listen to as he pronounced doom and gloom for the future. He held his glass of beer, and announced the intermission by saying “Have a think, have a drink, I heartily endorse both” as he took a swig.
Amy Chua
Lovely spring evening in Ottawa, perfect for strolling, sitting in outdoor cafes and pubs. Just before 8, David Luxton murmured something about Amy being a little delayed, but it sounded a little more serious…and it was. Her flight from New York was delayed due to a storm, she would not be here until 9.
He announced this to everyone a little after 8, giving them options and offering complimentary drinks. But the delay was worse, there was talk that she would not be here…it turned out he had sent a private jet to pick her up. People were patient, it was a Friday night, they were in a lovely location, so most did stay, enjoying drinks and chatter, and we actually sold books.
At the amazingly late hour of 10, Amy arrived. She launched into her talk immediately, saying she would condense things to ½ hr, then talked animatedly for 50 minutes. This was followed by a Q&A with Adrian Harewood, which lasted until 11:30. I asked David Luxton if he would escort Amy right away to the signing table, so she would not be ambushed by autograph seekers. Amy is very intelligent, her thesis (I wondered if she forgot she had a book) was interesting but could be viewed as not especially deep. Regardless, I think her latest book is a good read.
People notes:
A man launched into a complaint about Can/US book prices. When he asked the usual “which price do you charge?” I asked “What country are we in?” but softened my retort by explaining that we pay Canadian prices, just as we do for anything else we buy in Canada. He then complained about the tax, to which I asked him to contact his MPP, as I too would love to see taxes removed. Off he went, having given his lecture, accomplishing nothing (and buying nothing).
Aboriginal woman asked for a 2-for-1 deal, saying she should get a break since this was her country. No response possible there, just ignore it. (I thought that attitude was over, guess not.) Five minutes after Amy began her talk, this woman stood up; it was as if she assumed that this gesture would get Amy’s attention. It didn’t, so she put up her arm, then began to yell “excuse me”…. at which point I quickly went over to her and whispered that there would be a Q&A afterward. “Am I not allowed to speak?”she began, but both Doug Little and Grant Hooker suddenly appeared on either side of me and I retreated – they were in charge. Grant got her to sit down and he sat directly across from this stupid woman, responding to everything she said (all this in whispers). He stayed there, looking right at her. After another 5 minutes or so, it was obvious she had been given an ultimatum; she stood up and was escorted out by Grant and David. The irony is that just as she left, Amy’s talk veered onto the aboriginal role in empire. This aboriginal woman had one hell of a chip on her shoulder and let’s face it, she would never have to give it up, political correctness would ensure nobody would tell her to grow up and respect others.
Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson, famed author of The Long Tail, should have had a packed house, what with the techies and business types that supposedly inhabit our city. The turnout was disappointing, and book sales very poor. No reflection on Chris, his lecture was great, his presentation entertaining. Perhaps it was the fact that he was talking about how things are going to be free, how the internet has caused people to expect more for less, etc. The capper may have been when he announced his next book would be available as a free audiobook and free download. Gee, his publisher must love him.
People note: One young Japanese girl (early 20s) came over at the start of the intermission and asked if she could read the book during the break. “I am sitting over there” she pointed “I will bring it back”. I know we have done this before, but this did not seem right for some reason so I looked over to D. He asked her if she wanted to buy it. “Oh no” she declared “I just want to go through it during the break, something to do”. “If you do not plan to buy it, you cannot leave with it” D responded and muttered “We are not Chapters” (or the library, I thought). “Well then, I am going to stand here and read it anyway” the stupid girl said, as if she was a spoiled child, and she did. Typical of the today’s youth? No sense of how to behave in public and what business is? Really pathetic.
Jared Diamond
Jared Diamond was the BEST speaker at the Tulip Festival (well, he may have tied Salman Rushdie). He was not the funniest; indeed, his lecture was quite pedantic. He was the most thoroughly prepared and made references in his lecture that let his audience know he was in Ottawa, during the Tulip Festival. It was charming and very professional.
The strength of the mirrored tent was tested as a thunderstorm blasted overhead for 10 minutes early on. Kathleen Petty was the interviewer; it turns out she still has a dog and we chatted together afterwards. I reminded her of her interview with Adrienne Clarkson and she laughed, saying what she remembered was the “macaroni and cheese” story (oh dear, I don’t remember that one).
Guns, Germs and Steel was published in 1997 – I did not realize it was that long ago. This edition showed both US and Canadian prices…that were the same! (also reasonable) Good for Penguin. They were also smart enough to overlabel Collapse (2005) with a lower Canadian price.
Seven Deadly Sins
To start off the radical new face of the Tulip Festival, the Seven Deadly Sins was a great kickoff. Great idea and very brave of the committee. Loads of fun listening to the various styles of the speakers, who all did a creditable job defending/ promoting their particular vice. Phil Jenkins was the winner, as he deserved, preparing a truly literary and lyrical speech about greed. In true Ottawa fashion, lust was last on the list of winners…
The rest are notes on some events featuring guest speakers – all with books, of course!
Dan Baker
This was the first test – how successful would the Tulip Festival be in attracting people its “Ideas” sessions? How many books would we expect to sell?
It was reassuring to see people sitting at various tables by 7:30; by 8:00 the place looked nicely full – definitely not a sell-out, but a very good turnout. I guess people really do want these “self-help” books. We sold all the What Happy Women Know and a good amount of What Happy People Know. Julian Armour asked about the latest book What Happy Companies Know. David answered that it was not available for this venue. Oh lord, I really hope he was not looking for such a dumb book…
One woman in her 50s asked “What is the difference between these? Why is there a separate one for women?”
“Good question” I replied. “I thought women went through years of struggle to be recognized as people.”
Meanwhile, David held his hands to his face and muttered that he would not get into this.
Well, it is ridiculous, isn’t it? Women want equality and want to be special. So ironic – male author.
Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie was the featured speaker, highlight of the festival, of course. Absolutely packed venue, even with a 75.00 ticket for reserved seats near the front (amazing). He read from his latest, skimming through the “tulip” section, as expected. We had an amazing array of his past works for sale and it was a feeding frenzy at the sales table (Satanic Verses were next favourite). I had people behind me trying to give me their credit cards…there was no crowd control whatsoever. I put on my mom-role finally, halting the action and saying “There is no lineup, so who’s next?” looking at everyone, trusting the intrinsic Canadian sense of honesty to sort out the masses.
Salman gave people their money’s worth. He spoke for 2 hours, and he would have continued indefinitely. Every response was a pontification that resulted in audience clapping their agreement. Paul Gessell was standing with us, and commented that it was interesting that Salman’s political remarks were apparently welcome, but not those of Falun Gong (referring to the latter’s removal from the Tulip Festival the day before). He did have a point.
I am so glad I did not attend Richard Florida’s event. I suspected he was a “flash in the pan” without much substance, and from all accounts I was right. On top of which, I was informed he was obnoxious and egocentric and I need not comment on his wife, who was in attendance with him.
James Howard Kunstler
As The Long Emergency was unpacked, the author appeared and introduced himself. He asked if we had his latest book. I looked at David, who responded that we were selling the book he was going to talk about, he had not looked at others. I got the bright idea of using my blackberry to search for it. There were a number of hits for “Kunstler” and I opened the 1st. It said “Clusterfuck Nation author JH Kunstler speaks about…” I went over to the author and showed him the screen, asking “Ahem, this is not the title of your new book, is it?” No, it was not, this was his blog. I checked his website, which was also full of colourful language (dickwad of the week, etc). His talk was equally interesting; he was most entertaining to listen to as he pronounced doom and gloom for the future. He held his glass of beer, and announced the intermission by saying “Have a think, have a drink, I heartily endorse both” as he took a swig.
Amy Chua
Lovely spring evening in Ottawa, perfect for strolling, sitting in outdoor cafes and pubs. Just before 8, David Luxton murmured something about Amy being a little delayed, but it sounded a little more serious…and it was. Her flight from New York was delayed due to a storm, she would not be here until 9.
He announced this to everyone a little after 8, giving them options and offering complimentary drinks. But the delay was worse, there was talk that she would not be here…it turned out he had sent a private jet to pick her up. People were patient, it was a Friday night, they were in a lovely location, so most did stay, enjoying drinks and chatter, and we actually sold books.
At the amazingly late hour of 10, Amy arrived. She launched into her talk immediately, saying she would condense things to ½ hr, then talked animatedly for 50 minutes. This was followed by a Q&A with Adrian Harewood, which lasted until 11:30. I asked David Luxton if he would escort Amy right away to the signing table, so she would not be ambushed by autograph seekers. Amy is very intelligent, her thesis (I wondered if she forgot she had a book) was interesting but could be viewed as not especially deep. Regardless, I think her latest book is a good read.
People notes:
A man launched into a complaint about Can/US book prices. When he asked the usual “which price do you charge?” I asked “What country are we in?” but softened my retort by explaining that we pay Canadian prices, just as we do for anything else we buy in Canada. He then complained about the tax, to which I asked him to contact his MPP, as I too would love to see taxes removed. Off he went, having given his lecture, accomplishing nothing (and buying nothing).
Aboriginal woman asked for a 2-for-1 deal, saying she should get a break since this was her country. No response possible there, just ignore it. (I thought that attitude was over, guess not.) Five minutes after Amy began her talk, this woman stood up; it was as if she assumed that this gesture would get Amy’s attention. It didn’t, so she put up her arm, then began to yell “excuse me”…. at which point I quickly went over to her and whispered that there would be a Q&A afterward. “Am I not allowed to speak?”she began, but both Doug Little and Grant Hooker suddenly appeared on either side of me and I retreated – they were in charge. Grant got her to sit down and he sat directly across from this stupid woman, responding to everything she said (all this in whispers). He stayed there, looking right at her. After another 5 minutes or so, it was obvious she had been given an ultimatum; she stood up and was escorted out by Grant and David. The irony is that just as she left, Amy’s talk veered onto the aboriginal role in empire. This aboriginal woman had one hell of a chip on her shoulder and let’s face it, she would never have to give it up, political correctness would ensure nobody would tell her to grow up and respect others.
Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson, famed author of The Long Tail, should have had a packed house, what with the techies and business types that supposedly inhabit our city. The turnout was disappointing, and book sales very poor. No reflection on Chris, his lecture was great, his presentation entertaining. Perhaps it was the fact that he was talking about how things are going to be free, how the internet has caused people to expect more for less, etc. The capper may have been when he announced his next book would be available as a free audiobook and free download. Gee, his publisher must love him.
People note: One young Japanese girl (early 20s) came over at the start of the intermission and asked if she could read the book during the break. “I am sitting over there” she pointed “I will bring it back”. I know we have done this before, but this did not seem right for some reason so I looked over to D. He asked her if she wanted to buy it. “Oh no” she declared “I just want to go through it during the break, something to do”. “If you do not plan to buy it, you cannot leave with it” D responded and muttered “We are not Chapters” (or the library, I thought). “Well then, I am going to stand here and read it anyway” the stupid girl said, as if she was a spoiled child, and she did. Typical of the today’s youth? No sense of how to behave in public and what business is? Really pathetic.
Jared Diamond
Jared Diamond was the BEST speaker at the Tulip Festival (well, he may have tied Salman Rushdie). He was not the funniest; indeed, his lecture was quite pedantic. He was the most thoroughly prepared and made references in his lecture that let his audience know he was in Ottawa, during the Tulip Festival. It was charming and very professional.
The strength of the mirrored tent was tested as a thunderstorm blasted overhead for 10 minutes early on. Kathleen Petty was the interviewer; it turns out she still has a dog and we chatted together afterwards. I reminded her of her interview with Adrienne Clarkson and she laughed, saying what she remembered was the “macaroni and cheese” story (oh dear, I don’t remember that one).
Guns, Germs and Steel was published in 1997 – I did not realize it was that long ago. This edition showed both US and Canadian prices…that were the same! (also reasonable) Good for Penguin. They were also smart enough to overlabel Collapse (2005) with a lower Canadian price.
Anthony De Sa
Anthony was absolutely wonderful - I believe all who met him were enchanted.
A fun day promoting Barnacle Love, but boy was it busy! We started very early at Lapointe's in the west end and chatted with not only Angie Poirier, the host, but also the camera crew. We then dropped into Lisbon Bakery, where Anthony ordered lots of custard tarts to give as “thank yous” as we visited locations (and he did, I am sure the Chapters staff never had that happen before). The bakery owner, Maria, was absolutely thrilled and asked us to return later so she could get a photo and have him sign her book. I had given her a copy some weeks ago to encourage her to be on A Channel; she backed out, and so did the fish wholesaler. Anthony said he was not surprised, that Portuguese people did not like to draw attention to themselves.
While Anthony was at Rogers, I drove back to Lisbon Bakery. Maria said the tarts were still too hot and I had to come back - with Anthony. When we returned, she was on the phone with a cousin, and handed the phone to Anthony, asking him to talk to her cousin "she does not believe it is you"...he was treated like a celebrity! Maria then refused to take any money for the tarts. I felt badly, she would not be convinced.
We stopped in to Collected Works and on an impulse, Anthony asked if we could go into Muriel Dombret's. He loves shopping, he was very funny about his knowledge of Starbucks (Oh, stick with me, honey, you have so much to learn!). Anyway, he wanted to buy something for his wife. It seemed fitting that Anthony quickly discovered that the salesperson was Portuguese - I mean, really, what are the odds? So, they chatted away and we walked out with a lovely dress(I would have bought it for myself).
We went to the Portuguese Embassy at noon for a meeting with Ambassador Corvalho. Photographs I took will be published in the July edition of Diplomat & International Canada. I took one of Anthony beside a traditional portrait of 3 Portuguese women. I had to reassure the ambassador I would not provide this for publication; he did not want to promote this view of Portugal; he photo he requested is one with a shot of an airport behind; a more modern view, he said.
Anthony was a featured writer at Writersfest that evening; even without tarts, he charmed the audience!
A fun day promoting Barnacle Love, but boy was it busy! We started very early at Lapointe's in the west end and chatted with not only Angie Poirier, the host, but also the camera crew. We then dropped into Lisbon Bakery, where Anthony ordered lots of custard tarts to give as “thank yous” as we visited locations (and he did, I am sure the Chapters staff never had that happen before). The bakery owner, Maria, was absolutely thrilled and asked us to return later so she could get a photo and have him sign her book. I had given her a copy some weeks ago to encourage her to be on A Channel; she backed out, and so did the fish wholesaler. Anthony said he was not surprised, that Portuguese people did not like to draw attention to themselves.
While Anthony was at Rogers, I drove back to Lisbon Bakery. Maria said the tarts were still too hot and I had to come back - with Anthony. When we returned, she was on the phone with a cousin, and handed the phone to Anthony, asking him to talk to her cousin "she does not believe it is you"...he was treated like a celebrity! Maria then refused to take any money for the tarts. I felt badly, she would not be convinced.
We stopped in to Collected Works and on an impulse, Anthony asked if we could go into Muriel Dombret's. He loves shopping, he was very funny about his knowledge of Starbucks (Oh, stick with me, honey, you have so much to learn!). Anyway, he wanted to buy something for his wife. It seemed fitting that Anthony quickly discovered that the salesperson was Portuguese - I mean, really, what are the odds? So, they chatted away and we walked out with a lovely dress(I would have bought it for myself).
We went to the Portuguese Embassy at noon for a meeting with Ambassador Corvalho. Photographs I took will be published in the July edition of Diplomat & International Canada. I took one of Anthony beside a traditional portrait of 3 Portuguese women. I had to reassure the ambassador I would not provide this for publication; he did not want to promote this view of Portugal; he photo he requested is one with a shot of an airport behind; a more modern view, he said.
Anthony was a featured writer at Writersfest that evening; even without tarts, he charmed the audience!
Alex Rose
Alex Rose was in Ottawa May 27 to promote Who Killed the Grand Banks?. Not a good title, it is about more than the cod, which is why his message should be getting out there. A ½ hour scheduled interview with Hill Times actually lasted almost 1 hour.
CPAC, again, did a great interview. What are we going to do without Ken Rockburn?
Alex Rose was wonderfully friendly and knowledgeable; it was a real pleasure to work with him. The issues he writes about should gain more exposure, as I suspect they will. It is unnerving to think about the destruction of our natural resources; even more unnerving to discover that most people really don't care so long as they can buy shrimp (regardless of its origin) and battered cod at Loblaws. The disconnect is amazing. I am pleased to report that we have been exchanging information and he appears to be getting more coverage on the west coast.
Oh yeah, sonnet 94...one of the discussions one can get into...lots of fun!
CPAC, again, did a great interview. What are we going to do without Ken Rockburn?
Alex Rose was wonderfully friendly and knowledgeable; it was a real pleasure to work with him. The issues he writes about should gain more exposure, as I suspect they will. It is unnerving to think about the destruction of our natural resources; even more unnerving to discover that most people really don't care so long as they can buy shrimp (regardless of its origin) and battered cod at Loblaws. The disconnect is amazing. I am pleased to report that we have been exchanging information and he appears to be getting more coverage on the west coast.
Oh yeah, sonnet 94...one of the discussions one can get into...lots of fun!
Michelle Shephard
Michelle Shephard is absolutely darling and I have to admit that I found her book Guantanamo's Child an excellent read. She maintained her journalistic objectivity as she told the story of Omar Khadr. In person, however, she was able to reveal a little more about what it was like to deal with the Americans, the Khadr family, etc. It was also hard to believe that after all this, she still was unable to meet Omar in person. What he is like now, whether the damage done is permanent, whether he will ever be free or if he even should be, are all big questions still far from being resolved.
Michelle was interviewed by Embassy Magazine before she arrived in Ottawa April 16. The interviewer from Hill Times was from Pakistan so was very interested in speaking with her. The CPAC interview was excellent; the discussion was very intelligent – and with a touch of humour (if you can imagine).
There were about 100 people at Writersfest to hear Michelle interviewed by Adrian Harewood (rather ironic that his producer had not scheduled her for his show that day, the offer was certainly made). Michelle is a lively, friendly and warm person who was fun to be with and she was a hit at the festival.
Hugs and an invitation to visit when in Toronto.
Michelle was interviewed by Embassy Magazine before she arrived in Ottawa April 16. The interviewer from Hill Times was from Pakistan so was very interested in speaking with her. The CPAC interview was excellent; the discussion was very intelligent – and with a touch of humour (if you can imagine).
There were about 100 people at Writersfest to hear Michelle interviewed by Adrian Harewood (rather ironic that his producer had not scheduled her for his show that day, the offer was certainly made). Michelle is a lively, friendly and warm person who was fun to be with and she was a hit at the festival.
Hugs and an invitation to visit when in Toronto.
Richard Heinzl
Richard Heinzl was in Ottawa to promote his book Cambodia Calling 26 March.
Richard’s day started with a radio interview at CHIN. The interview ran over ½ hour, which was the case for every interview we had. We met the new station manager, who discussed with Richard the various ethnic divisions they catered to; he wished to set up an interview with Richard in their Toronto studio.
Richard was interviewed by Lee Berthiaume from Embassy Magazine. Lee started the interview by announcing that he had been in Cambodia and so just HAD to have this interview. Accordingly, the interview went very well.
Ken Rockburn was his usual professional self; it was a great interview. I took a photo of the makeup process for Richard to show his sons (see, this is what you do on a book tour!)
The interviewer at The Charlatan newspaper was very well prepared, having a load of questions from her reading of the book. And, Richard was very relaxed - more photos taken, this time of him playing darts while chatting away.
A final photo was taken at Chapters, where we ran into photographer John W. MacDonald, who ensured I took a great photo of Richard signing his books.
Great guy, with interesting stories and a fabulous hideaway home down south.
Richard’s day started with a radio interview at CHIN. The interview ran over ½ hour, which was the case for every interview we had. We met the new station manager, who discussed with Richard the various ethnic divisions they catered to; he wished to set up an interview with Richard in their Toronto studio.
Richard was interviewed by Lee Berthiaume from Embassy Magazine. Lee started the interview by announcing that he had been in Cambodia and so just HAD to have this interview. Accordingly, the interview went very well.
Ken Rockburn was his usual professional self; it was a great interview. I took a photo of the makeup process for Richard to show his sons (see, this is what you do on a book tour!)
The interviewer at The Charlatan newspaper was very well prepared, having a load of questions from her reading of the book. And, Richard was very relaxed - more photos taken, this time of him playing darts while chatting away.
A final photo was taken at Chapters, where we ran into photographer John W. MacDonald, who ensured I took a great photo of Richard signing his books.
Great guy, with interesting stories and a fabulous hideaway home down south.
04 June 2008
The Tulip Festival has been completely refashioned and it seems to be a great success. The variety of programs was impressive and the weather cooperated with tulips opening just in time. The mirror tent was a marvel; a combination of burlesque and opulent and a (bad) touch of Canadiana (pine railing added to steps with bilingual “watch your step” signs).
If they are looking for feedback (and I do hope so!) they may wish to watch costs. Waste was evident in the purchase of furniture for the stage, contrasted with miserly bar service. Wine was an outrageous price for what was offered; this was acknowledged after a few days with the introduction of a ½ size wine glass to replace the ¼ size one (which was itself ½ filled with red wine the one time I bought wine there).
Picky things, really, since the overall festival was so well done, and thanks are due to such people as Doug Little, a man of common sense.
Seven Deadly Sins
To start off the radical new face of the Tulip Festival, the Seven Deadly Sins was a great kickoff. Great idea and very brave of the committee. Loads of fun listening to the various styles of the speakers, who all did a creditable job defending/ promoting their particular vice. Phil Jenkins was the winner, as he deserved, preparing a truly literary and lyrical speech about greed. In true Ottawa fashion, lust was last on the list of winners…
The rest are notes on some events featuring guest speakers – all with books, of course!
Dan Baker
This was the first test – how successful would the Tulip Festival be in attracting people its “Ideas” sessions? How many books would we expect to sell?
It was reassuring to see people sitting at various tables by 7:30; by 8:00 the place looked nicely full – definitely not a sell-out, but a very good turnout. I guess people really do want these “self-help” books. We sold all the What Happy Women Know and a good amount of What Happy People Know. Julian Armour asked about the latest book What Happy Companies Know. David answered that it was not available for this venue. (come on, Julian, you really do not want that book, do you?)
One woman in her 50s asked “What is the difference between these? Why is there a separate one for women?”
“Good question” I replied. “I thought women went through years of struggle to be recognized as people.”
Meanwhile, David held his hands to his face and muttered that he would not get into this.
Well, it is ridiculous, isn’t it? Women want equality and want to be special. So ironic – male author.
Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie was the featured speaker, highlight of the festival, of course. Absolutely packed venue, even with a 75.00 ticket for reserved seats near the front (amazing). He read from his latest, skimming through the “tulip” section, as expected. We had an amazing array of his past works for sale and it was a feeding frenzy at the sales table (Satanic Verses were next favourite). I had people behind me trying to give me their credit cards…there was no crowd control whatsoever. I put on my mom-role finally, halting the action and saying “There is no lineup, so who’s next?” looking at everyone, trusting the intrinsic Canadian sense of honesty to sort out the masses.
Salman gave people their money’s worth. He spoke for 2 hours, and he would have continued indefinitely. Every response was a pontification that resulted in audience clapping their agreement. Paul Gessell was standing with us, and commented that it was interesting that Salman’s political remarks were apparently welcome, but not those of Falun Gong (referring to the latter’s removal from the Tulip Festival the day before). He did have a point.
I am so glad I did not attend Richard Florida’s event. I suspected he was a “flash in the pan” without much substance, and from all accounts I was right.
James Howard Kunstler
As “The Long Emergency” was unpacked, the author appeared and introduced himself. He asked if we had his latest book. I looked at David, who responded that we were selling the book he was going to talk about, he had not looked at others. I got the bright idea of using my blackberry to search for it. There were a number of hits for “Kunstler” and I opened the 1st. It said “Clusterfuck Nation author JH Kunstler speaks about…” I went over to the author and showed him the screen, asking “Ahem, this is not the title of your new book, is it?” No, it was not, this was his blog. I checked his website, which was also full of colourful language (dickwad of the week, etc). His talk was equally interesting; he was most entertaining to listen to as he pronounced doom and gloom for the future. He held his glass of beer, and announced the intermission by saying “Have a think, have a drink, I heartily endorse both” as he took a swig.
Amy Chua
Lovely spring evening in Ottawa, perfect for strolling, sitting in outdoor cafes and pubs. Just before 8, David Luxton murmured something about Amy being a little delayed, but it sounded a little more serious…and it was. Her flight from New York was delayed due to a storm, she would not be here until 9.
He announced this to everyone a little after 8, giving them options and offering complimentary drinks. But the delay was worse, there was talk that she would not be here…it turned out he had sent a private jet to pick her up. People were patient, it was a Friday night, they were in a lovely location, so most did stay, enjoying drinks and chatter, and we actually sold books.
At the amazingly late hour of 10, Amy arrived. She launched into her talk immediately, saying she would condense things to ½ hr, then talked animatedly for 50 minutes. This was followed by a Q&A with Adrian Harewood, which lasted until 11:30. I asked David Luxton if he would escort Amy right away to the signing table, so she would not be ambushed by autograph seekers. Amy is very intelligent, her thesis (I wondered if she forgot she had a book) was interesting but could be viewed as not especially deep. Regardless, I think her latest book is a good read.
People notes:
A man launched into a complaint about Can/US book prices. When he asked the usual “which price do you charge?” I asked “What country are we in?” but softened my retort by explaining that we pay Canadian prices, just as we do for anything else we buy in Canada. He then complained about the tax, to which I asked him to contact his MPP, as I too would love to see taxes removed. Off he went, having given his lecture, accomplishing nothing (and buying nothing).
Aboriginal woman asked for a 2-for-1 deal, saying she should get a break since this was her country. No response possible there, just ignore it. (I thought that attitude was over, guess not.) Five minutes after Amy began her talk, this woman stood up; it was as if she assumed that this gesture would get Amy’s attention. It didn’t, so she put up her arm, then began to yell “excuse me”…. at which point I quickly went over to her and whispered that there would be a Q&A afterward. “Am I not allowed to speak?”she began, but both Doug Little and Grant Hooker suddenly appeared on either side of me and I retreated – they were in charge. Grant got her to sit down and he sat directly across from this stupid woman, responding to everything she said (all this in whispers). He stayed there, looking right at her. After another 5 minutes or so, it was obvious she had been given an ultimatum; she stood up and was escorted out by Grant and David. The irony is that just as she left, Amy’s talk veered onto the aboriginal role in empire. This aboriginal woman had one hell of a chip on her shoulder and let’s face it, she would never have to give it up, political correctness would ensure nobody would tell her to grow up and respect others.
Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson, famed author of The Long Tail, should have had a packed house, what with the techies and business types that supposedly inhabit our city. The turnout was disappointing, and book sales very poor. No reflection on Chris, his lecture was great, his presentation entertaining. Perhaps it was the fact that he was talking about how things are going to be free, how the internet has caused people to expect more for less, etc. The capper may have been when he announced his next book would be available as a free audiobook and free download. Gee, his publisher must love him.
People note: One young Japanese girl (early 20s) came over at the start of the intermission and asked if she could read the book during the break. “I am sitting over there” she pointed “I will bring it back”. I know we have done this before, but this did not seem right for some reason so I looked over to D. He asked her if she wanted to buy it. “Oh no” she declared “I just want to go through it during the break, something to do”. “If you do not plan to buy it, you cannot leave with it” D responded and muttered “We are not Chapters” (or the library, I thought). “Well then, I am going to stand here and read it anyway” the stupid girl said, as if she was a spoiled child, and she did. Typical of the today’s youth? No sense of how to behave in public and what business is? Really pathetic.
Jared Diamond
Jared Diamond was the BEST speaker at the Tulip Festival (well, he may have tied Salman Rushdie). He was not the funniest; indeed, his lecture was quite pedantic. He was the most thoroughly prepared and made references in his lecture that let his audience know he was in Ottawa, during the Tulip Festival. It was charming and very professional.
The strength and watertightness of the mirrored tent was tested as a thunderstorm blasted overhead for 10 minutes early on. Kathleen Petty was the interviewer; it turns out she still has a dog and we chatted together afterwards. I reminded her of her interview with Adrienne Clarkson and she laughed, saying what she remembered was the “macaroni and cheese” story (oh dear, I don’t remember that one).
Guns, Germs and Steel was published in 1997 – I did not realize it was that long ago. This edition showed both US and Canadian prices…that were the same! Good for Penguin. They were also smart enough to overlabel Collapse (2005) with a lower Canadian price. Both books were very reasonably priced.
If they are looking for feedback (and I do hope so!) they may wish to watch costs. Waste was evident in the purchase of furniture for the stage, contrasted with miserly bar service. Wine was an outrageous price for what was offered; this was acknowledged after a few days with the introduction of a ½ size wine glass to replace the ¼ size one (which was itself ½ filled with red wine the one time I bought wine there).
Picky things, really, since the overall festival was so well done, and thanks are due to such people as Doug Little, a man of common sense.
Seven Deadly Sins
To start off the radical new face of the Tulip Festival, the Seven Deadly Sins was a great kickoff. Great idea and very brave of the committee. Loads of fun listening to the various styles of the speakers, who all did a creditable job defending/ promoting their particular vice. Phil Jenkins was the winner, as he deserved, preparing a truly literary and lyrical speech about greed. In true Ottawa fashion, lust was last on the list of winners…
The rest are notes on some events featuring guest speakers – all with books, of course!
Dan Baker
This was the first test – how successful would the Tulip Festival be in attracting people its “Ideas” sessions? How many books would we expect to sell?
It was reassuring to see people sitting at various tables by 7:30; by 8:00 the place looked nicely full – definitely not a sell-out, but a very good turnout. I guess people really do want these “self-help” books. We sold all the What Happy Women Know and a good amount of What Happy People Know. Julian Armour asked about the latest book What Happy Companies Know. David answered that it was not available for this venue. (come on, Julian, you really do not want that book, do you?)
One woman in her 50s asked “What is the difference between these? Why is there a separate one for women?”
“Good question” I replied. “I thought women went through years of struggle to be recognized as people.”
Meanwhile, David held his hands to his face and muttered that he would not get into this.
Well, it is ridiculous, isn’t it? Women want equality and want to be special. So ironic – male author.
Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie was the featured speaker, highlight of the festival, of course. Absolutely packed venue, even with a 75.00 ticket for reserved seats near the front (amazing). He read from his latest, skimming through the “tulip” section, as expected. We had an amazing array of his past works for sale and it was a feeding frenzy at the sales table (Satanic Verses were next favourite). I had people behind me trying to give me their credit cards…there was no crowd control whatsoever. I put on my mom-role finally, halting the action and saying “There is no lineup, so who’s next?” looking at everyone, trusting the intrinsic Canadian sense of honesty to sort out the masses.
Salman gave people their money’s worth. He spoke for 2 hours, and he would have continued indefinitely. Every response was a pontification that resulted in audience clapping their agreement. Paul Gessell was standing with us, and commented that it was interesting that Salman’s political remarks were apparently welcome, but not those of Falun Gong (referring to the latter’s removal from the Tulip Festival the day before). He did have a point.
I am so glad I did not attend Richard Florida’s event. I suspected he was a “flash in the pan” without much substance, and from all accounts I was right.
James Howard Kunstler
As “The Long Emergency” was unpacked, the author appeared and introduced himself. He asked if we had his latest book. I looked at David, who responded that we were selling the book he was going to talk about, he had not looked at others. I got the bright idea of using my blackberry to search for it. There were a number of hits for “Kunstler” and I opened the 1st. It said “Clusterfuck Nation author JH Kunstler speaks about…” I went over to the author and showed him the screen, asking “Ahem, this is not the title of your new book, is it?” No, it was not, this was his blog. I checked his website, which was also full of colourful language (dickwad of the week, etc). His talk was equally interesting; he was most entertaining to listen to as he pronounced doom and gloom for the future. He held his glass of beer, and announced the intermission by saying “Have a think, have a drink, I heartily endorse both” as he took a swig.
Amy Chua
Lovely spring evening in Ottawa, perfect for strolling, sitting in outdoor cafes and pubs. Just before 8, David Luxton murmured something about Amy being a little delayed, but it sounded a little more serious…and it was. Her flight from New York was delayed due to a storm, she would not be here until 9.
He announced this to everyone a little after 8, giving them options and offering complimentary drinks. But the delay was worse, there was talk that she would not be here…it turned out he had sent a private jet to pick her up. People were patient, it was a Friday night, they were in a lovely location, so most did stay, enjoying drinks and chatter, and we actually sold books.
At the amazingly late hour of 10, Amy arrived. She launched into her talk immediately, saying she would condense things to ½ hr, then talked animatedly for 50 minutes. This was followed by a Q&A with Adrian Harewood, which lasted until 11:30. I asked David Luxton if he would escort Amy right away to the signing table, so she would not be ambushed by autograph seekers. Amy is very intelligent, her thesis (I wondered if she forgot she had a book) was interesting but could be viewed as not especially deep. Regardless, I think her latest book is a good read.
People notes:
A man launched into a complaint about Can/US book prices. When he asked the usual “which price do you charge?” I asked “What country are we in?” but softened my retort by explaining that we pay Canadian prices, just as we do for anything else we buy in Canada. He then complained about the tax, to which I asked him to contact his MPP, as I too would love to see taxes removed. Off he went, having given his lecture, accomplishing nothing (and buying nothing).
Aboriginal woman asked for a 2-for-1 deal, saying she should get a break since this was her country. No response possible there, just ignore it. (I thought that attitude was over, guess not.) Five minutes after Amy began her talk, this woman stood up; it was as if she assumed that this gesture would get Amy’s attention. It didn’t, so she put up her arm, then began to yell “excuse me”…. at which point I quickly went over to her and whispered that there would be a Q&A afterward. “Am I not allowed to speak?”she began, but both Doug Little and Grant Hooker suddenly appeared on either side of me and I retreated – they were in charge. Grant got her to sit down and he sat directly across from this stupid woman, responding to everything she said (all this in whispers). He stayed there, looking right at her. After another 5 minutes or so, it was obvious she had been given an ultimatum; she stood up and was escorted out by Grant and David. The irony is that just as she left, Amy’s talk veered onto the aboriginal role in empire. This aboriginal woman had one hell of a chip on her shoulder and let’s face it, she would never have to give it up, political correctness would ensure nobody would tell her to grow up and respect others.
Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson, famed author of The Long Tail, should have had a packed house, what with the techies and business types that supposedly inhabit our city. The turnout was disappointing, and book sales very poor. No reflection on Chris, his lecture was great, his presentation entertaining. Perhaps it was the fact that he was talking about how things are going to be free, how the internet has caused people to expect more for less, etc. The capper may have been when he announced his next book would be available as a free audiobook and free download. Gee, his publisher must love him.
People note: One young Japanese girl (early 20s) came over at the start of the intermission and asked if she could read the book during the break. “I am sitting over there” she pointed “I will bring it back”. I know we have done this before, but this did not seem right for some reason so I looked over to D. He asked her if she wanted to buy it. “Oh no” she declared “I just want to go through it during the break, something to do”. “If you do not plan to buy it, you cannot leave with it” D responded and muttered “We are not Chapters” (or the library, I thought). “Well then, I am going to stand here and read it anyway” the stupid girl said, as if she was a spoiled child, and she did. Typical of the today’s youth? No sense of how to behave in public and what business is? Really pathetic.
Jared Diamond
Jared Diamond was the BEST speaker at the Tulip Festival (well, he may have tied Salman Rushdie). He was not the funniest; indeed, his lecture was quite pedantic. He was the most thoroughly prepared and made references in his lecture that let his audience know he was in Ottawa, during the Tulip Festival. It was charming and very professional.
The strength and watertightness of the mirrored tent was tested as a thunderstorm blasted overhead for 10 minutes early on. Kathleen Petty was the interviewer; it turns out she still has a dog and we chatted together afterwards. I reminded her of her interview with Adrienne Clarkson and she laughed, saying what she remembered was the “macaroni and cheese” story (oh dear, I don’t remember that one).
Guns, Germs and Steel was published in 1997 – I did not realize it was that long ago. This edition showed both US and Canadian prices…that were the same! Good for Penguin. They were also smart enough to overlabel Collapse (2005) with a lower Canadian price. Both books were very reasonably priced.
04 May 2008
01 March 2008
Charlotte Gray at Earnscliffe
Ottawa Public Library, Charlotte Gray and Earnscliffe prove to be a winning combination. Charlotte Gray captivated a full house with her talk about the art of writing biographies. The evening was a fundraiser for the OPL; specifically, the Ottawa Room in the main branch. It houses a great collection of historical records about Ottawa; a gem in our library system.
Charlotte spoke in the dining room, which was set up with chairs for the crowd that filled the room and spread out into the hallway. It was a great location; at one point, she informed everyone that the little balcony in the hallway was built by Sir John A (the greatest Canadian!) for his daughter so she could enjoy the goings-on in the dining room while sitting upstairs in her wheelchair.
David Dollin from Nicholas Hoare was - natch - the bookseller and Charlotte was kept busy signing copies for all her fans. I had a great time perusing the books in the library, finding quite a few gems, among them a lot of Cary books (yes, related to the British High Commissioner Anthony Clary).
Charlotte spoke in the dining room, which was set up with chairs for the crowd that filled the room and spread out into the hallway. It was a great location; at one point, she informed everyone that the little balcony in the hallway was built by Sir John A (the greatest Canadian!) for his daughter so she could enjoy the goings-on in the dining room while sitting upstairs in her wheelchair.
David Dollin from Nicholas Hoare was - natch - the bookseller and Charlotte was kept busy signing copies for all her fans. I had a great time perusing the books in the library, finding quite a few gems, among them a lot of Cary books (yes, related to the British High Commissioner Anthony Clary).
09 February 2008
Rich Bride Poor Bride - the Ottawa tour
My first job – Rich Bride Poor Bride – was a first in a few ways. First job for St. John Publicity & Marketing and first non-author tour. Guess it was fitting that this was a book about weddings, and, more telling, event planning. Because although the day (event) was planned perfectly, it did not happen as planned!
I arrived at the Westin at 7:30 to pick up the celebrity event planner, David Connolly. I parked my car where instructed by the porters, handed them my keys and walked in to the quiet lobby. David called almost immediately to ask me to come to his room to help with his luggage.
Signs were evident of the work recently completed (birchbark remnants on the carpet, for example). David was ironing a burgundy cloth. I finished the ironing while he packed. So, we got to my car to load the 2 massive suitcases, the large bag and – the piece de resistance – a large cylindrical vase full of birchbark chips, topped by a dozen red roses and – the real topper – a monstrous spread of tree twigs that would have filled my back seat. That is, if we had been able to get to my back seat. I needed my car key, but the porter was avoiding me, so I walked over to the door he had ducked into. I saw the two porters running through the two panels of car keys posted on a wall while digging through their respective pockets. They admitted they had misplaced my keys, but not to worry, please wait a few minutes. Well, I responded, it was a problem since my client was due for an interview and needed to be there NOW. Please make it happen. They quickly agreed; I would call when we were done and by then my keys would have been found. So we piled all David’s stuff into the Westin van (he mumbling ominously as we fitted the vase into the back seat) and made our way to CHUM. David managed to set up his display and was great with Karen Solomon. As I called the Westin, I was connected to the assistant manager, Tanesiah, who told me what they think happened – the porter must have dropped my key into the trunk of a guest's car,now enroute to Toronto. So the van returned to bring us back to the hotel and an employee was dispatched to the Nissan dealership to obtain a duplicate key (did I mention that my purse and briefcase were in the back seat?). We were asked to wait, would we like a coffee? David was appalled; that was the best they could do? He asked me questions about the schedule and we found out that he had never received the fax I had sent Sunday noon. I had called the Westin to confirm receipt, so where was it? We marched to the concierge, who found the fax and, as she handed it to David, he asked icily “This is the fax I was to receive yesterday when I checked in??”and turned on his heel without waiting for a response. And here came the Tanesiah again, so sorry, the employee was delayed arriving, please wait, would you like a coffee? David glared. Meanwhile, I was able to ensure we would receive a tape from A Channel.
I know about the security system (and you would think hotel staff would too). A duplicate key opens the door, but it does not start the car. Problem was, the staff (2 of them that I remember) kept trying to start the car, although I insisted they stop.They replied I only needed a boost. I was getting pretty pissed off but I had to focus on my client. So I told them I needed to get to the west end immediately. Tanesiah, obviously out of her depth, finally offered taxi chits. David was unhappy and moaned “Every time we move that vase, it is ruined, I spent hours getting everything just right”. God, I felt awful for him but I was determined to get things done for him. So, we loaded everything – again! – and the taxi driver had to wait for us at Loblaws as we ran in to pick up a cake, flowers, valentines cards, etc on our way to Rogers. Once there, I was in full assistant mode, doing whatever it took to get things ready for his appearance. He and TL had a lively reunion, and I had a nice surprise seeing Kelly from Big Daddy’s. David had changed into a remarkable jacket – each appearance counts in his business. So, he was finally on air, it was a great show. He and TL did some dance moves as he music started and their banter was non-stop. When she asked where he had found the branches, he said “From your front yard early this morning!”
As we waited for a taxi, we discussed what I had planned for the afternoon, and I wanted to get him something for lunch. He somewhat sheepishly asked if he could go to the airport instead. He said that, as an event planner, he had not planned sufficient time to prepare for these interviews and wished he had asked his assistant to come along. He was tired. So, we went to the airport, I got to give him a hug, he signed my book (for Karen and Dan) and off he went. I knew he was tired – we had stopped talking for 30 seconds in the taxi and he started nodding off, it was rather amazing. He was so gracious, never blew up at me for the inconvenience and insisted that Karen should call him for any help, really sweet of him.
So, I lost ½ day work, dammit, and I won’t get into the additional hours I wasted that day when I returned to the Westin, waiting for the dealership to program my one spare car key (which I had to get from home, hello taxi again). Let’s just say I was glad to get home finally, and I am supposed to get my keys on Monday (a whole week later) and then go to the dealership to have them re-programmed.
Literary publicity can be so full of surprises - and sometimes it has nothing to do with books!
I arrived at the Westin at 7:30 to pick up the celebrity event planner, David Connolly. I parked my car where instructed by the porters, handed them my keys and walked in to the quiet lobby. David called almost immediately to ask me to come to his room to help with his luggage.
Signs were evident of the work recently completed (birchbark remnants on the carpet, for example). David was ironing a burgundy cloth. I finished the ironing while he packed. So, we got to my car to load the 2 massive suitcases, the large bag and – the piece de resistance – a large cylindrical vase full of birchbark chips, topped by a dozen red roses and – the real topper – a monstrous spread of tree twigs that would have filled my back seat. That is, if we had been able to get to my back seat. I needed my car key, but the porter was avoiding me, so I walked over to the door he had ducked into. I saw the two porters running through the two panels of car keys posted on a wall while digging through their respective pockets. They admitted they had misplaced my keys, but not to worry, please wait a few minutes. Well, I responded, it was a problem since my client was due for an interview and needed to be there NOW. Please make it happen. They quickly agreed; I would call when we were done and by then my keys would have been found. So we piled all David’s stuff into the Westin van (he mumbling ominously as we fitted the vase into the back seat) and made our way to CHUM. David managed to set up his display and was great with Karen Solomon. As I called the Westin, I was connected to the assistant manager, Tanesiah, who told me what they think happened – the porter must have dropped my key into the trunk of a guest's car,now enroute to Toronto. So the van returned to bring us back to the hotel and an employee was dispatched to the Nissan dealership to obtain a duplicate key (did I mention that my purse and briefcase were in the back seat?). We were asked to wait, would we like a coffee? David was appalled; that was the best they could do? He asked me questions about the schedule and we found out that he had never received the fax I had sent Sunday noon. I had called the Westin to confirm receipt, so where was it? We marched to the concierge, who found the fax and, as she handed it to David, he asked icily “This is the fax I was to receive yesterday when I checked in??”and turned on his heel without waiting for a response. And here came the Tanesiah again, so sorry, the employee was delayed arriving, please wait, would you like a coffee? David glared. Meanwhile, I was able to ensure we would receive a tape from A Channel.
I know about the security system (and you would think hotel staff would too). A duplicate key opens the door, but it does not start the car. Problem was, the staff (2 of them that I remember) kept trying to start the car, although I insisted they stop.They replied I only needed a boost. I was getting pretty pissed off but I had to focus on my client. So I told them I needed to get to the west end immediately. Tanesiah, obviously out of her depth, finally offered taxi chits. David was unhappy and moaned “Every time we move that vase, it is ruined, I spent hours getting everything just right”. God, I felt awful for him but I was determined to get things done for him. So, we loaded everything – again! – and the taxi driver had to wait for us at Loblaws as we ran in to pick up a cake, flowers, valentines cards, etc on our way to Rogers. Once there, I was in full assistant mode, doing whatever it took to get things ready for his appearance. He and TL had a lively reunion, and I had a nice surprise seeing Kelly from Big Daddy’s. David had changed into a remarkable jacket – each appearance counts in his business. So, he was finally on air, it was a great show. He and TL did some dance moves as he music started and their banter was non-stop. When she asked where he had found the branches, he said “From your front yard early this morning!”
As we waited for a taxi, we discussed what I had planned for the afternoon, and I wanted to get him something for lunch. He somewhat sheepishly asked if he could go to the airport instead. He said that, as an event planner, he had not planned sufficient time to prepare for these interviews and wished he had asked his assistant to come along. He was tired. So, we went to the airport, I got to give him a hug, he signed my book (for Karen and Dan) and off he went. I knew he was tired – we had stopped talking for 30 seconds in the taxi and he started nodding off, it was rather amazing. He was so gracious, never blew up at me for the inconvenience and insisted that Karen should call him for any help, really sweet of him.
So, I lost ½ day work, dammit, and I won’t get into the additional hours I wasted that day when I returned to the Westin, waiting for the dealership to program my one spare car key (which I had to get from home, hello taxi again). Let’s just say I was glad to get home finally, and I am supposed to get my keys on Monday (a whole week later) and then go to the dealership to have them re-programmed.
Literary publicity can be so full of surprises - and sometimes it has nothing to do with books!
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