A few things have happened to me this morning.
I woke up just in time to see the moon poking its head through my bedroom window.
I finished reading Bryce Courtenay’s Whitethorn…and was a little disappointed. More on that later.
I discovered that we had run out of milk for my morning coffee so I used cream instead. It tastes so damn good that we’re never buying cream again, to prevent a future heart attack.
We hit 250 likes on The Paperbook Collective Facebook page.
I got my hands on my new business cards.
I received the email I have been waiting for.
The email that I have been hinting to you about.
The email that made my day, my month, heck, my whole year.
You may remember that I recently reblogged my post John Steinbeck is My Homeboy. This post has proved quite popular; perhaps because it encourages people to consider their own favourite authors, perhaps because it has a few interesting facts about my own favourite authors, or perhaps it was my gratuitous use of the word ‘homeboy’.
Whatever the reason, I’m certainly glad I wrote it. Because the email I received contained these exciting lines:
Since we can’t bring you a new title by your homeboy, John Steinbeck (we saw your post on how John Steinbeck is one of your favourite authors), we thought that you’d like to take a look at [some] writing by his son, his own flesh and blood, Thomas Steinbeck.
Would I? Would I ever!
I feel very honoured to be given the opportunity to read and review Thomas Steinbeck’s latest works. This is the first time someone has contacted me as a reviewer, and I’m thrilled that the author is someone as incredible as Thomas Steinbeck. Son of my homeboy. For those of you who haven’t read or heard much about him (as I admittedly hadn’t), I will be writing some in depth posts about his life and works.
I have mentioned in the past that a great author can never really die, as their life and their legacy lives on through their books. But I should also have mentioned that their legacy lives on through their children, and their grandchildren, and each and every single person who is inspired by their work.
So I cannot wait to begin to share with you this next generation Steinbeck, and as such, I am labelling November A Month of Steinbeck.
I guarantee that by the end of it you will love the Steinbeck’s, both father and son, as much as I do.
In my humble opinion, all storytelling, and in turn writing, by virtue of its human origin, entails profound elements of performance.
– Thomas Steinbeck.