As a writer who did this small bonbon of a book for a certain kind of reader in a certain kind of mood, and being at the Pasadena Library for Author’s Night, one patron who purchased Dust unto Shadow was the ever-smiling Golareh Safarian. She’s also a writer and beautiful inside and out and children flocked to her table and many of them sat on her lap.
The question that looms is who shall I be today and what image do I want to project? Many style icons ask this question and have cited it when describing the process of how they dress. It acknowledges that we have fluid appearances, and that we can change the way we’re perceived at the drop of a hat.
Writers often talk about how difficult it is to muster the dedication to write daily, while others complain about the editing or grumble about the publishing process. Those who don’t have a head for business, whine about the marketing.
Happy was I last Saturday night that the production found its way to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion with its stage illusions intact and ready to seduce a very willing audience at LA Opera.
There is nothing particular about the Pasadena Main Library. Just like there is nothing particular about the Tiffany’s storefront on Fifth Avenue, the Ritz in the Place Vendôme, or the Russian tearoom . These places, like all the others that litter the streets of any city, are ordinary, mundane, and redundant. Except they are not.
I have lived through, and promptly forgotten, many an unmemorable day, but I distinctly remember my birthdays as if I were using up every bit of life.