Thisbe Nissen: Tour Diary
Preliminaries - Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 -
Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10 - Day 11 -Day 12 - Day 13 - Day 14 - Day 15 -
Day 16 - Day 17 - Day 18 - Day 19 - Day 20 - Day 21 - Day 22 -
Day 23 - Day 24 - Day 25 - Day 26 - Day 27 - Day 28 - Day 29 - Home Diary -
July 25 -
The Between-the-Tour Diary (i.e. HOME)
Chris and I madly scrub the house in anticipation of his dad's arrival for a
visit on Saturday night. We pillage the garden and cook beets and beet
greens, pick all the snap peas, cut lettuce by the bushel. My basil is
bountiful already and tomatoes will not be too long in coming. There is
more chard than you can imagine. Why I have planted acres of chard is now a
mystery to me. Anyone with a good chard recipe, please send it asap.
This weekend is Jazz Fest in Iowa City; the downtown streets all closed off,
bands every day from noon till dark, food vendors and everyone out in their
lawn chairs. It's glorious to be home. We run into our friends from Kelly
Pardekooper and the Devil's House Band and find out that they are going to
go on tour in July and August with Teddy Morgan. So everyone should go to
teddymorgan.com and find out where he's going to be so you can go see Matt
and Atom and Kelly play with him this summer. Teddy Morgan is tremendous and
these guys are absolutely the shit, and I swear it'll be an incredible show.
Go see them!
Iowa fortifies me by the minute, though the emotional swings of all this are
still coming and going, washing me over with seemingly undefeatable self
doubt, then ebbing and letting me live a little again. An email from Jim
Behrle from Brookline Booksmith makes my day. Text to follow:
I had this freaky dream. You came
back a few weeks later to Booksmith
to do an event, and we had you over
at the Coolidge Corner Theatre across
the street from us, which fits 600 people.
There was some disconnect on the Theatre
side, and they didn't have us booked there.
What will we do? Thousands are descending
upon Coolidge Corner. The phones are ringing
off the hook. I'm freaking out because I'm
going to get fired. They are actually chanting
your name in the streets. And you say, why don't
we just do it over there, and there is suddenly a
huge beautiful field next to a lake, and people
are picnicking while you do this tremendous
Then you are carried off on the shoulders of the
multitude. There is this subplot that features me
and Halle Berry, but I won't bore you with that.
There are good people in the world. I am ready to try and plan the course
that I start teaching next week for the Iowa Young Writers' Studio
(teenagers from all over the country in Iowa for two weeks of intense
writing classes. It's a great program. Young writers out there should come
join us next summer! Shameless plug, I apologize.) Things to do: send Knopf
all my receipts, make dentist appointment, get haircut, get computer fixed
(or get new computer?), send thank-you-for-letting-us-stay-with-you present
to Lisa and Christopher, prepare lecture on "writing dialogue" for Iowa
Summer Writing Festival, do interview with ELLE Holland, do motorpool
training (i.e. learn to drive a van full of kids), WEED THE GARDEN, clean
office (i.e. excavate desk), read Justin's novel, read Breanne's story, drink
water, pay bills, buy groceries, breathe...