It’s late and I’m tired, but I want to post the pictures from the Naked Cities reading. These were taken with my new camera! The one I bought only a month ago! And finally figured out how to use (sort of).  First, here’s the book.

I won’t write much in this post, because I need to get at least some sleep before Readercon starts tomorrow. But here I am, using my new camera to take a picture of myself for the first time. Pretty good, I think. All ready to go to the reading (car to T to Porter Square).

None of these pictures are with flash, because I didn’t want to flash in people’s faces. So they’re a bit yellow. Here is Ellen Datlow, the Editor and Fearless Leader, sitting by the table. I thought I’d gotten a picture of Ellen standing up and introducing everyone, but I guess not. I’m still learning how to use the camera.

Here is Kit Reed reading, unfortunately a bit hidden by the microphone.  It was an odd microphone.  I always prefer reading without one, but the room was too large.

Here is Jeff Ford reading a story about a spider who lives in a boy’s head. It was intensely creepy and beautifully written.  Jeff’s stories always are beautifully written.  He’s one of the few people whose prose I actually envy.

Matt Kressel read from a story about a strange and beautiful city. It was the sort of story I would have chosen for Interfictions.  All of these stories were about cities, as you can probably tell from the title.

John Crowley is, as I’ve mentioned, one of my literary idols. He signed my book with a fountain pen. (I always feel awkward around my literary idols. It’s the same with Samuel Delaney and John Clute. They’re always so gracious, and I’m always so worried about taking up their time.)

Ellen Kushner read from a Riverside story, which is always fun. I read Swordspoint years ago, shortly after I first met her. In a way, Ellen was writing urban fantasy before there was such a publishing category.

And finally, Caitlín R. Kiernan read. I have to say, all of the stories were wonderful, at least what I heard of them. (Each reading was only five minutes, and I rather liked that.  They were literary hors d’oeuvres.) I can’t wait to read the anthology.

And there was a great crowd! If you look closely, you can see Sonya Taaffe, Kaaron Warren, John Joseph Adams, and other wonderful writers and editors. Many people took time off from Readercon to come to the reading.

That’s it from me tonight. I’m going to sleep so I can wake up and go to Readercon bright and early tomorrow. But on Facebook, someone commented that when I take pictures of myself in the mirror, I never look up. So here you go. I do sometimes look up, just in case you were wondering.