While it would have been easy to sleep in, to stay in bed until noon watching TV reruns on the laptop, we decided to do something different with our day.
It was forecast to be the hottest day of July on record. And it was. And we had no shade. And no hat. And it was a spectacular display of sweating. Book covers baked in the sun. Vendors of iced products raked in cash.
But despite the oven-like conditions, books were sold and readers (heretofore unaware of the small press/independent literature world) were connected with. The best part was turning people on to books that we loved, to be able to say you will love this book, and have them trust you. It was cool to know that they are about to embark on a journey that’s worth their while and you were a part of that. And maybe they’ll have their eyes opened to all the amazing things that are happening with all of these presses. It was worth the v-neck sunburned received.
See you in a month, Brooklyn Flea.