I’m writing this from an old pub just round the corner from Mr B’s Emporium in Bath. I don’t mean to be so British but I can't help but mention the weather as it’s so starkly contrasted to our experience in America. The rain here is pelting on the small windows and the wind somehow manages to shudder their old beams. We’re back in the UK now, not home to Wigtown but to my childhood home, and where Beth and I first met, and with Poppy started The Bookshop Band. Th...

Our journey to Taos started with a meeting in Bumble Bees carpark in the dark with the saint of a guy who fixed our tenor ukulele. He glued and clamped it together with elastic bands and tape. We said goodbye to Hugh with some Tacos in our tummies and got on the road to Taos. Before we knew it, we were on the winding mountain roads into Taos and had arrived at the Historic Taos Inn. Mark, our ‘fixer’ for Taos was waiting outside the inn. We knew this was going to...

So, this was a big day. Picking up an enormous SUV in Albuquerque airport, an automatic and then driving on the wrong side of the road, ironically on the “right” side, as our taxi driver said. We’d said goodbye to Nic Bottomley from Mr B’s Emporium fo Reading Delights and the British contingent at the conference over doughnuts and coffee, and I’d left Beth and Molly by the side of the road while I went in to pick up the massive Buick. The AVIS guy gave me a slip...

We arrived in Albuquerque for the American Booksellers’ Associations (ABA) annual conference, the Winter Institute, which sees all the independent booksellers of America congregating for 5 days to exchange ideas, attend workshops and meet new authors. We’d been invited to perform on the back of our New York Times review 6 months earlier, and the ABA had been instrumental in getting us over to the states, as the petitioners for our visa. Our whole tour had been ar...

Please reload

 NEWS

Featured Posts

Writing songs for THE BOOK OF DUST, by Philip Pullman

February 15, 2018

1/1
Please reload

Recent Posts