aprilhenry (aprilhenry) wrote,

I would make a terrible celebrity

Last night I met with a dedicated group of mystery readers that has had a book group inside a Barnes and Nobel for the past couple of years. I'm not the first author who has talked to them. Phil Margolin came fairly early on. (Full disclosure: Phil, who is a NYT bestselling author, lives in Portland, and did not quit being a lawyer until fairly recently, seems to have been to every tiny booksore or obscure venue. If I ever show up for something and hear that Phil has not been there, it will be either a) a sign of personal victory b) a sign that the event will not actually attract anyone. At all.)

Lately, I've been immersed in the YA world, so I'd kind of forgotten about the mystery world. Like many fans insist on reading the books in order, starting with the first one. (Heaven help the poor author who has an ongoing series, but the first book is no longer in print.) They talked animatedly about fair-play mysteries, and how cheated they feel if the killer is someone no one could have guessed.

But mostly they asked me a lot of questions, and were very attentive and laughed in all the right places when I told my stories. They complimented me. They seemed impressed.

Now imagine you were a real celebrity, and everyplace you went people hung on your words and told you how wonderful you were. I think that would quickly make you a bad human being. Because how could it not go to your head?

Luckily, I don't do this kind of thing very often.

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