In article <slrng2i29s.30fp.usenet@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>, Lars
Eighner <usenet@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
[snip]
>Evidently signed copies are a big thing in England (whereas in the US,
the
>signing --- which is to say the personal appearance --- is the big
thing).
>So the British publisher of my memoir had me to London and I spent most
of
>my days in some hidden nook in stock storage areas of bookshops signing
>copies and seeing no customers. We went to a shop on Charing Cross Road
one
>day, and the clerk, who evidently had recognized me while my British
>publicist and I were still in the street, rushed up with armloads of my
>*****ca. He was complete unaware of my memoir or that we had an
appointment
>with the bookbuyer for me to sign the memoir. I still don't know how he
>recognized me, because none of the *****ca had a jacket photo (heh, heh,
at
>least not of me). On the other hand, when I went on my own to the only
gay
>bookshop (which was just on the other side of the British Museum from my
>digs), they had copies of the memoir set out for me to sign, but I had to
>point the *****ca on their shelves. They were complete unaware that I
was
>the same guy.
>
88?
--
charles
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