William Gibson came to a local bookstore when I was a teenager. The staff had the public going through a line, issuing a Post-It, a pen and instructions to write the name of the person to whom to make out the book. Efficient and organized, right?
So I wrote "Mother" on my Post-It note. I was curious how the author would react.
I get to the front of the line with my dog-eared copy of "Neuromancer". Mr. Gibson takes my book, reads the Post-It, looks at me briefly, gives a tiny smile and starts writing. Hands me the book. I say "Thank you very much" and get out of the way.
I open the book: "To Mother: Come home. All is forgiven. William Gibson. Summer 1992"
That book was a treasured possession for years. =)
So I wrote "Mother" on my Post-It note. I was curious how the author would react.
I get to the front of the line with my dog-eared copy of "Neuromancer". Mr. Gibson takes my book, reads the Post-It, looks at me briefly, gives a tiny smile and starts writing. Hands me the book. I say "Thank you very much" and get out of the way.
I open the book: "To Mother: Come home. All is forgiven. William Gibson. Summer 1992"
That book was a treasured possession for years. =)