Wednesday #3 came along to a couple of literary meetings including one with my (fabulous) agent. I shipped her back to California on Thursday afternoon when ThrillerFest began. The feet above belong to pal Andy Gross who's managed to combine his previous career in sportswear with his current one penning bestsellers. After the party, Andy led a bunch of us to a Greek seafood place where the food was almost as good as the conversation. Sat next to Otto Penzler, who it turns out, reveres Ross Thomas's thrillers as much as I do. Also slung words over the table with Michael Palmer, who told me how he got a blurb from Bill Clinton, aspiring novelist Dr. Julia Kinder, Haligonian Pam Callow ("Halifax's answer to both John Grisham and Tess Gerritsen"), and thriller writers Julie Compton, Carla Buckley, and Alan Orloff.
The after-party in the ballroom ended around midnight and then the after-after-party in the hotel bar ended around one-thirty. I was headed back to the Upper West Side and a few hours sleep when bro Marcus Sakey (on left, above) shanghaied me to a bar around the corner. (That's the talented LA novelist Steve Schwartz on the right, above, and Dutton publicity manager Amanda Walker squeezed in the middle. All look pretty good for three in the morning, don't they?)