Last evening, 30 April, I read from my novel “Blossom” at the Buenos Aires Book Fair. It was my fourth appearance reading at this annual event, which is one of the largest book fairs in the Spanish-language world.
It is also my last reading at this fair. We will, after more than 3 1/2 years here, be moving from Buenos Aires in about three weeks. (Who can say, maybe my final reading anywhere.)
A few photos. I will (eventually) post many more on my Flickr page, which can be accessed from the bottom panel of this blog.
There were other sponsored readings by American citizens currently living in Buenos Aires, among them, a poet, a memoirist, a journalist, and me, the novelist. Below are photos from those readings.
Finally, the mob! This book fair fills the convention center, spreading over four buildings, requiring large maps to get around inside. More than a million people attend each year, and it is growing. The evening of my reading, streets for many blocks around La Rural (the name of the convention center) were totally gridlocked, and the lines of people waiting to buy tickets stretched out from four separate entrances, filling the sidewalks, and extending many blocks. The wait time for tickets was measured in hours.
FOR BOOKS! TO LISTEN TO WRITERS! Of all the ways Buenos Aires can look like a fine city, this is its finest moment.
The above photo shows one “street” through one pavilion. This scene is duplicated on dozens of streets within the fair, throughout all the pavilions.
We’re going to miss this city.