I subscribe to the Powell’s newsletter and today it told me that Donald Hall will be reading tomorrow. Now, I’m a huge fan of The Ox-Cart Man, and I was even such a dork as to read about the revision process for the poem that eventually became The Ox-Cart Man (for the New Yorker, natch). But readings? I’ve never been to one because no matter what my work schedule, they’re always at bad times. But this reading? Where, granted, he won’t be reading The Ox-Cart Man, but it’s still Donald Hall? This reading is at 1 pm. And me? I work at 3. Thusly, tomorrow I shall behold the author of The Ox-Cart Man, and maybe I’ll even like the memoir that he reads from.

Oh, and should I bring my $2 used paperback copy for him to sign? It’s another one of those books where I’m forever buying a nice hardcover for someone else and have a wimpy paperback myself.

-jessmonster, Ox-Cart Man groupie