The Great Mystery Bus Tour is an enterprise mysterious in a lot of ways. From the get-go, The most perplexing mystery for me was my bus-mates. John Connolly and I have met and talked before, but only very briefly. M.J. Rose, I’ve known only by reputation. And Liza Marklund was a brand new name to me. So the prospect of spending eight days trapped on a bus with strangers was the most unsettling element of this entire proposition. But I like to think that I’m nothing if not adventurous, so what the hell.
We were all to meet yesterday afternoon at the Atria offices for an interview with Sirius/XM radio. Just before that I had a great lunch with Sarah Branham, my ab fab editor. She’s remarkable in so many ways—a great editor, a smart woman, a proud mom, a convivial lunch companion, and she’s from Texas, so every once in a while that quintessential “Y’all” slips out. I love her. Bottom line: Terrific lunch.
Afterward I sidled over to Atria for the radio interview. I bumped into John first, and the guy’s so disarmingly charming who couldn’t like him? Upstairs I met Liza for the first time. She’s Swedish, and I’m from Minnesota, land of not only 10,000 lakes but also a gazillion Swedish immigrants, so she looked like half the neighbors on my block (well, not exactly; she’s ten times more gorgeous). And M.J. proved to be two things—a fount of good advice on promoting this tour and really delightful woman. The interview was a great success. And my greatest fear was laid to rest.
I celebrated with dinner at O’Hurley’s, a fine Irish grill I stumbled onto at the corner of 72nd and Broadway. Here I am toasting the day and all the blessings it delivered. That’s a Harp, not a Leinie’s in my hand. But I am wearing a Leinenkugel’s shirt!
We launch tonight at Otto Penzler’s Mysterious Bookshop. Then hit the road.
I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow.