I wanna be John Grisham when I grow up.
"AFTER circling back three and then four times, by which point it was finally clear that the table was ready to order, a waiter asked John Grisham what he wanted and seemed instantly convinced that he had misheard him.
"The risotto special and the farfalle special?" the waiter said, as if such carbohydrate incaution were unthinkable beyond the world of 4-year-olds on a Saturday morning trip to Krispy Kreme.
Yes, Mr. Grisham assured him, that was right.
"Together?" the waiter pressed.
The risotto first, Mr. Grisham said, and then the pasta. Half orders of each, he clarified. And some wine. Definitely some wine. Would a sommelier wander by?
Mr. Grisham turned back to this reporter, at Fresco by Scotto, an Italian restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, and smiled. He was visibly unfazed by the surprise at his order, palpably unconcerned about its lack of sophistication and clearly at ease with the revolutionary idea of eating precisely what struck his fancy at precisely the moment his fancy was struck.
This was, by a loose count over a two-hour lunch, Reason 96 to resent and wish a plague of locusts or at least bad Publishers Weekly reviews upon Mr. Grisham. He is not only one of the best-selling novelists of our time. He is also apparently the best adjusted..."
"AFTER circling back three and then four times, by which point it was finally clear that the table was ready to order, a waiter asked John Grisham what he wanted and seemed instantly convinced that he had misheard him.
"The risotto special and the farfalle special?" the waiter said, as if such carbohydrate incaution were unthinkable beyond the world of 4-year-olds on a Saturday morning trip to Krispy Kreme.
Yes, Mr. Grisham assured him, that was right.
"Together?" the waiter pressed.
The risotto first, Mr. Grisham said, and then the pasta. Half orders of each, he clarified. And some wine. Definitely some wine. Would a sommelier wander by?
Mr. Grisham turned back to this reporter, at Fresco by Scotto, an Italian restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, and smiled. He was visibly unfazed by the surprise at his order, palpably unconcerned about its lack of sophistication and clearly at ease with the revolutionary idea of eating precisely what struck his fancy at precisely the moment his fancy was struck.
This was, by a loose count over a two-hour lunch, Reason 96 to resent and wish a plague of locusts or at least bad Publishers Weekly reviews upon Mr. Grisham. He is not only one of the best-selling novelists of our time. He is also apparently the best adjusted..."
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Date: 2005-01-20 02:40 pm (UTC)He seems like a really neat guy.
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Date: 2005-01-20 02:56 pm (UTC)This doesn't surprise me much. I have a friend who is a distant cousin of Grisham's (his name is Grisham, he's from Oxford Mississippi, and there is a strong family resemblance--yes, I believe him), and that is exactly how Alvin is. Alvin is one of the coolest people on the planet.
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Date: 2005-01-20 05:29 pm (UTC)Or at least gnash our teeth in envy at his fate and, in the words and actions of Bruce Coville, when discussing JK Rowing, rise to our feet, shake our fists at the heavens, and shout "why not me, Lord? Why not me?"
(Really. He did. Was a beautiful moment. We all gave him an amen.).
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Date: 2005-01-20 08:47 pm (UTC)So, does this mean the rest of us are not well adjusted? Hmmm....... *begins to reconsider her malcontent status*
And, hey, if anyone still wants to hate him, Christmas with the Kranks (which is adapted from a Grisham novel) came in as Roger Ebert's second worst movie of 2004 (second only to a tie between TROY and ALEXANDER). I think that link will work through tomorrow, but I'm not 100% sure.
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Date: 2005-01-20 09:41 pm (UTC)-=Jeff=-
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