MY FIRST BOOK COMES OUT?!!!!!!!!!! It’s really encouraging to know that, if I die in a car crash or another freak accident a mere 5.5 hours from now, it’ll be fine, because I’ll die a published author. Here’s hoping I won’t die until then! (I mean, here’s hoping that I won’t die for years, but if I have to go soon, let it at least be after my book hits the stores.)
I promise this is the last time I will bother you about my book but here’s one last plea/nudge/irritating act of self-promotion. (I will be doing approximately 1000000 interviews and podcasts about it in the coming weeks, but I won’t be posting about those. I’m operating under the theory that all of you can be coaxed to buy and read the book without reading or listening to interviews about it…) You can pre-order the book for five more hours, then simply ORDER it, here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/all-things-are-too-small-essays-in-praise-of-excess-becca-rothfeld/19987780?ean=9781250849915.
You can find the tour schedule here: https://us.macmillan.com/tours/becca-rothfeld-all-things-are-too-small/. Some of these events require tickets, and I am shocked and grateful to report that the McNally event is sold out. If you want to come to one of the other events that requires tickets or RSVPs (that is, the Brooklyn event or the Chicago event) you should RSVP/buy tickets now. I’m also coming to Boston, DC, and Ann Arbor, but those are all free.
Thanks for tolerating my incessant book ‘Stacks. See you out there on the shelves !!!!!!!!!!
https://us.macmillan.com/tours/becca-rothfeld-all-things-are-too-small/
Just thought you should know.
Link does not work. Spent 3-5 minutes noodling around looking for Boston dates. No luck! So much for big publishing’s huge marketing departments!
Happy to have gotten my copy and congrats. Thinking about your preference that the audience focus on your writing, not your spoken words, I wonder if you’ve seen this (h/t Gwern): A transition from an author’s book to his conversation, is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant prospect. Remotely, we see nothing but spires of temples and turrets of palaces, and imagine it the residence of splendour, grandeur and magnificence; but when we have passed the gates, we find it perplexed with narrow passages, disgraced with despicable cottages, embarrassed with obstructions, and clouded with smoke.Samuel Johnson; The Rambler, No. 14 (1750-05-05)1