What did I set in motion, all those years ago? It doesn’t even matter that I am now slowing down, and that this year I had no plans for attending the London Book Fair, even if LBF emailed me frequently to suggest all sorts of temptations they had lying in wait for me.
As he has done now for some years, Son went, and this time he went properly, staying all week, with an impressive calendar where I stalked him online. Is it my ‘fault’ that he’s now doing this? Or would he have slipped into this kind of thing anyway? There is no knowing.
He popped round unexpectedly, so we spent part of yesterday talking bookish stuff. He felt a bit tired having spoken so much Swedish last week, but I reminded him that back in the day, he was forced to do so every day, at home. So a few days should be nothing.
Seems he can be tied to me. Or me to him. Some people are able to make the connection between us.
I now have fresh news regarding books that are coming out, books that might be translated, books that weren’t as good as the last one, or even a book that looks very promising. Also that it matters what the Koreans do, but not everyone knew that.
The hotel was bad enough that he temporarily went to another, just for the day. I didn’t even know one could do that, but will keep it in mind. And there are Embassies that think nothing of serving only meat canapés. Is it not 2019? (I suspect it was the Bookwitch curse…)
Tagged onto the end of the London Book Fair was a day with his colleagues in SELTA, those very literary translators of Swedish into English.