Journal

Thursday, April 03, 2003
The mail today included several letters from literary organisations letting me know that Coraline was shortlisted for some awards, a new Bunny of the Month Club Bunny (two-faced, this one, like Janus, with little pink dungarees, and red eyes on one face and blue on the other), the paperback cover for Coraline, the new mass-market paperback cover for Stardust, several Brenda Kahn CDs, and my own personal copy of the four-song demo that my assistant Lorraine's band Folk Underground did for the St. Patrick's day gig at First Avenue. (She's given the few they had left over to Dreamhaven's Official Neil Gaiman Online Store, which I mention for any curious Flash Girls fans who wonder what it sounds like when Lorraine plays with boys instead.) There was also the galleys of THE WOLVES IN THE WALLS, which is way out beyond gorgeous. It's quite perfect, and absolutely unlike anything I imagined it looking like as I wrote it, which is the fun and the charm of working with Dave McKean.

It will be out in the summer, along with an awful lot of other stuff.

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An e-mail in from Patrick Marcel in France, letting me know that Neverwhere is on the list of the 200 most important books published in France in the last ten years. He translated it, so he has reason to be proud.

We're currently at 57 universities (and a high school course teaching Smoke and Mirrors).

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Hi Neil,

While recently in Dublin, I came upon a poster for what was apparently a production of "The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish." Now, of course I was quite excited to rather randomly find a Neil Gaiman-related activity while wandering from pub-to-pub in a foreign country while slightly inebriated, and I immediately made plans to attend a showing the next day, if possible. At that point, however, my rather skeptical friend pointed out the portion of the poster that specified that the show was for 5-to-10 year olds. As images of being a 22-year old, leather jacket-wearing, childless American male conspicuously seated in a kindergarten-sized chair in the back of a room filled with young children and suspicious parents whispering about me in Irish brogue flitted through my mind, I gradually gave up on attending the show, and instead settled on taking a picture in front of the poster.

So I turn to you for judgement, Neil. Should I have just sucked it up and gone to the show, as I originally wanted to? Or did I wisely choose on the side of discretion by letting this particular opportunity pass? Your opinion would be most appreciated.

Many thanks for all the words.

Nick


There's a newspaper review of it, which I posted here some time in the last couple of weeks, and it looked terrific from the review. I think you should have gone, but mostly because I'd love to have heard what it was like.

It can be very interesting, being a rare adult at children's events, anyway. I remember how odd it was, researching Mr Punch, and being the only adult at Punch and Judy shows...