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La convention des lecteurs.
Jul. 17th, 2011 11:14 pmI am home from Readercon as of a few hours ago: tired, underslept, hoarse, auctorial, and happy. The con hotel is dry and remote, as always. The company is delicious, as always.
Brief notes follow.
I only went to one panel I wasn't on, but I was on seven of them, which ranged from decent to truly brain-fireworks amazing to oh-god-it's-Sunday-morning-drown-me-in-caffeine. Between that and the deathly allure of HallCon, I didn't make it many other places (and wish I'd caught a couple readings. I'd even brought my knitting for them). By me, the Cities, Real and Imagined panel and the post-slipstream one were the standouts, but the perspective from on the panel is always weird and skewed and different.
There was lobster three (3) times: Thursday dinner, Saturday at the Summer Shack before the Kirk Poland (as is the practice of our tribe), and in my pasta this afternoon at lunch. Mmrrmph. Lobsters.
This year's travel plan -- ie, why travel seperately when we can travel together? -- was a great idea.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
handful_ofdust, Claire Humphrey (our very own Ideomancer reviews editor, among other things) and I did the trip down and then some of the trip back together, and airports are a hell of a lot more fun when you have your friends with you and are giggling about incomprehensible 300/The Wire things while civilians watch you sidelong out of the corners of their eyes, shocked at the notion of Fun in the Airport. I think we will do this again next year, with spaces open as necessary on the Toronto Readerconvoy.
Did not actually hit any parties, but had some wonderful late-night conversations all three evenings.
Picked up some books, including Karen Lord's Redemption in Indigo and a newish Geoff Ryman.
Laughed myself sick at entirely too many pieces of silliness. You are all very silly and clever people.
Visited with My-Agent-I-Show-You-Her and caught up, and was gifted with a neat little bumblebee-covered kitchen apron (thanks!).
Left a panel to find myself in the hall right next to Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer, promptly had the Canadian Celebrity Reaction*, and went for lunch.
Mostly, I got to spend some good quality time with a whole lot of people: poets, writers, agents, editors, anthologists; the horror people, both home team and away team; the usual Quebec contingent; fans, reviewers, academics, and writers from the Boston area; my friends' VP classmates; my friends' Odyssey classmates; transmedia producers; conrunners; fans; book designers; YA sorts and SFF sorts; people who are generally fun. Readercon is always a really fantastic crowd and a series of tumbling, rolling, smart conversations, and it did not in the slightest disappoint this year.
And with that, I has a tired. Good con. Bed now.
*"Oh, that's someone famous. They seem like they're trying to do their thing, and all those people are swarming around them, and I really should let them just have their day and not bother them. I'll go over there now."
Brief notes follow.
I only went to one panel I wasn't on, but I was on seven of them, which ranged from decent to truly brain-fireworks amazing to oh-god-it's-Sunday-morning-drown-me-in-caffeine. Between that and the deathly allure of HallCon, I didn't make it many other places (and wish I'd caught a couple readings. I'd even brought my knitting for them). By me, the Cities, Real and Imagined panel and the post-slipstream one were the standouts, but the perspective from on the panel is always weird and skewed and different.
There was lobster three (3) times: Thursday dinner, Saturday at the Summer Shack before the Kirk Poland (as is the practice of our tribe), and in my pasta this afternoon at lunch. Mmrrmph. Lobsters.
This year's travel plan -- ie, why travel seperately when we can travel together? -- was a great idea.
handful_ofdust, Claire Humphrey (our very own Ideomancer reviews editor, among other things) and I did the trip down and then some of the trip back together, and airports are a hell of a lot more fun when you have your friends with you and are giggling about incomprehensible 300/The Wire things while civilians watch you sidelong out of the corners of their eyes, shocked at the notion of Fun in the Airport. I think we will do this again next year, with spaces open as necessary on the Toronto Readerconvoy.Did not actually hit any parties, but had some wonderful late-night conversations all three evenings.
Picked up some books, including Karen Lord's Redemption in Indigo and a newish Geoff Ryman.
Laughed myself sick at entirely too many pieces of silliness. You are all very silly and clever people.
Visited with My-Agent-I-Show-You-Her and caught up, and was gifted with a neat little bumblebee-covered kitchen apron (thanks!).
Left a panel to find myself in the hall right next to Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer, promptly had the Canadian Celebrity Reaction*, and went for lunch.
Mostly, I got to spend some good quality time with a whole lot of people: poets, writers, agents, editors, anthologists; the horror people, both home team and away team; the usual Quebec contingent; fans, reviewers, academics, and writers from the Boston area; my friends' VP classmates; my friends' Odyssey classmates; transmedia producers; conrunners; fans; book designers; YA sorts and SFF sorts; people who are generally fun. Readercon is always a really fantastic crowd and a series of tumbling, rolling, smart conversations, and it did not in the slightest disappoint this year.
And with that, I has a tired. Good con. Bed now.
*"Oh, that's someone famous. They seem like they're trying to do their thing, and all those people are swarming around them, and I really should let them just have their day and not bother them. I'll go over there now."
