Not much I love more than a favorite writer writing about a favorite subject.
Unless it’s a favorite writer writing about a favorite subject and then throwing in a page mentioning ME.
She practically turns inside out in delight.
Terry Darlington has written a third book, Narrow Dog to Wigan Pier, to follow up Narrow Dog to Indian River and Narrow Dog to Carcassonne. I almost flew to England this summer in response to this:
Terry and Monica Darlington and Transworld Publishers have pleasure in inviting you to the launch party for their new book
NARROW DOG TO WIGAN PIER
At Aston Marina, on the A51 south of Stone, anytime between 4.00pm and 7.00pm on Saturday the 23rd June 2012.
Buffet, bar, visit the Phyllis May 2, signed books, whippets.
We have so much appreciated your kind interest in our wretched books and we hope we will see you at the lovely Aston Marina on Saturday the 23rd of June.
Chaste manly regards, love and muddy paws all up your jumper
From Tits Magee (to whom fear is a stranger), Monica X, Jim and Jess.
Alas, the launch coincided with my first day of summer vacation, and, as it turned out, a bad turn of health for my friend Terry/Tits. (Much recovered, thank you very much and pleased to report according to the website.)
The book arrived, with help from a friend in London, though, in good time, and there, on page 305, Mr. Darlington writes about his correspondence with The Well Read Hostess, when she tries to decide whether she likes his writing or not in his first book (she does, much). But I get ahead of myself, because page 305 is hardly the point.
Narrow Dog to Wigan Pier is more memoir than travelogue, but with the same stream of consciousness as in the earlier two books, and with the same dog love, but this time a touch more wistfulness. Not softer – definitely not, I still laughed out loud, and Darlington deftly weaves autobiography with modern day journey. It’s like a second act Bildungsroman. I admit it. I love the man. No worries, Monica. He’s all yours. He’s exhausting. I think I want to be one of your dogs in my next life. Maybe not the one who ends up hurt all the time.
We have a plan.
It involves a boat. And I think about it all the time, even though it is a long way off. It is one of those gut-check plans. A double-dog dare kind of plan. Which brings me back to Terry Darlington. And his two dogs and his boat. Nobody was every sorry for going for it, in love, in family, in friendship, in business, on land, on the water, in life. Right?