There is a magical land in the middle of NYC that is a labyrinth of apartments lived in entirely by ARTISTS. Painters, dancers, writers, you name it, they are doing it, and some of them have been doing it since the 60s and 70s.
Last Thursday, I was invited to participate in the World Voices Festival at Westbeth Artists Housing. Audiences received a map and could wander from apartment to apartment, listening to readings (and checking out how other people live, which is an intensely New York past-time.) I read from The Island Dwellers in Samantha and Stephen Hall’s gorgeous living room, surrounded by Stephen’s paintings. Stephen and Samantha were the consummate hosts, as were their two cats, Tank and Trevor. Trevor helped with mood lighting by unplugging a lamp during the second round of readings. Thank you for your lighting design expertise, Trevor Hall.
One of my favorite paintings by Stephen Hall
It’s possible that nothing will ever be as cool to me as this Japanese translation of my story “White People” in Shinchosha (excerpted from The Island Dwellers.) Look below for how Japanese handles the word “mansplaining”…
Thanks to Lambda Literary and Pia Cortez for her review of The Island Dwellers.
“The eleven stories that make up this collection are raw, intense in their longing, and tender in the most unexpected ways… Silverman shines in this collection the way sunlight hits the surface of water, forming rivulets of gold.”
…In which Largehearted Boy asks me about music and the book. This is part of the Book Notes series where they ask writers about music and their books. Other Book Notes can be found here.
The Island Dwellers in the Wall Street Journal:
Thank you to Allison Hunter and the crew at Janklow Nesbit, Caitlin McKenna and the crew at Random House, all of the beautiful people who celebrate, buy, and love books – and my friends, who made pub day a total delight with their texts, emails, and book-selfies.
When you’re scrolling through Powell’s Staff Picks (because where else do you procure new reading material as soon as your paychecks clear?) and you see your own book. In my two weeks at Portland Center Stage, I’d stop in on my way to rehearsal (morning) and my way home (evening.) I had to buy a giant bag, also from Powell’s, to get all the books back to New York. Takeaway: Powell’s is the one place on earth that can provide for all your needs, all the time. (And, thank you Lauren P.!)