So about a month ago, thanks to my friends at Hachette Australia, I (along with half a dozen other booksellers) got to have dinner with David Mitchell. Needless to say, I was incredibly nervous to be meeting one of my literary heroes (I had publically admitted to being happy if I only involuntarily secreted one bodily fluid at dinner), but he was, of course, charming, down-to-earth and very likeable. Here we are perusing the very fine menu.
What’s more, he very happily signed my banged-up copy of Ghostwritten. What’s more than more, I had just happened to have brought a copy of my book along, and he accepted it. What’s more than more than more, he asked me to sign it!
Other insights from the night:
1) David Mitchell isn’t that fond of number9dream.
2) He made us play a great after-dinner game where you have to name a book you haven’t read, and you get points for every other person at the table who has read it.
3) His next book sounds INCREDIBLE.
It was a great evening, and I only threw up in David Mitchell’s lap four times!