I'm not sure what images are conjured up for you when you think of an author heading out on a whirlwind press junket. Private jets? Chauffeured limos? Luxury suites? Maybe that's what awaits Jon Littman and I, the co-authors of I Hate People! in the event our tome ever becomes a Best Seller. Right now, with the book just released, we took off from our homes in the San Francisco Bay Area and flew to New York this morning in cattle call seats. We wisely chose Virgin American, even though we boarded in "Group E". Second to last. Which meant we had to jockey for overhead luggage space. But the plane left on time and the flight was uneventful.
Fly The Indifferent Skies
Jon and I have dubbed Virgin the "Soloist's Airline", in honor of the central figure in our book. They definitely specialize in making you comfortable and then leaving you alone for the duration of the flight. Oh, the flight attendants will talk to you if you have questions. But you can also expect a glorious trip of about 5 hours without any official nose in your business with the exception of the first complimentary beverage of the day. After that, if you want food or drink, you order it from the touchscreen set into the headrest of the seat in front of you. Swipe a credit card to pay for your choice and in a couple of minutes, a flight attendant arrives with your order. It's kind of like a genie that takes plastic instead of wishes. Movies work much the same way: pick, swipe and watch.
The other reason we think the airline is favorable to Soloists is when the flight attendant in our section stopped to look at the copy of I Hate People! Jon had tucked next to his seat. "Is that new?" she enthusiastically exclaimed, leaning in to get a closer look. "This is what we all say...when there's no one around." She gleefully accepted some free bookmarks and other promo swag we gave her to distribute to the crew.
Safe Landing And Then Some
Upon arriving at JFK, we were delighted to see the book on the shelf at the Hudson Booksellers in the terminal. Especially because it wasn't being sold back home at good ol' SFO. (We're beginning to thing our hometown hates us...) We then queued up in the longish taxi line outside for about 10 minutes before plopping into one of the yellow beasts which took us to our hotel just off Times Square.
The Paramount Hotel
I was warned by writing partner Jon before we arrived that "the rooms are a little small...but very hip." They're also cheap -- about $129 a night for a flop just off TImes Square. And a flop it is. Check out the picture. That's pretty much to scale, taken from the angle of the bathroom which looks like the kind of relief station Martha Stewart might have designed for a SuperMax prison. My view out the window is of two other cramped rooms looking out at mine. With a full-fledged bathtub (mine's just a shower) and a full length closet (mine's a weird little cubbyhole), Jon clearly got the better room and on the 18th floor. But with a view identical to mine, it's a hollow victory. (The Paramount actually has great pedigree, having been renovated in 1990 then "reinvented" in 1998 by international hotelier Ian Schrager. Maybe I'll like the joint better after my claustrophobia clears...)
Tomorrow: We're off to get more promo swag from our publishers; drop in on bookstores by surprise to sign our books; our first TV appearance (!) on Fox Business Network's "Happy Hour", live from the Bear & Bull inside the Waldorf Astoria; Jon receives an award from the New York Press Club for his Playboy work while I have dinner with family!
— Marc Hershon
UPDATE: OUR FOX BUSINESS NETWORK APPEARANCE WAS POSTPONED DUE TO SOME OTHER THING THEY WANTED TO DO. HOPEFULLY WE'LL GET ON THERE BEFORE WE HAVE TO LEAVE TOWN. IN THE MEANTIME, WE GOT NOT ONE BUT TWO IMPORTANT PRINT INTERVIEWS SO THAT MADE IT SEEM OKAY.
What award is Jon receiving?
I'm glad you're on the east coast, if only for a few days.
diana
Posted by: Diana | June 15, 2009 at 06:26 AM
Diana, I've corrected the original because of your question. It's a New York Press Award for Jon's story of a world-class sprinter. - Marc
Posted by: hershco | June 15, 2009 at 02:40 PM