A writer friend and I were talking the other day about our book-tour fantasies; we’re both guilty–against our better judgment–of romanticizing the potential of this grueling marketing tradition as some kind of literary road trip, a 50-state (hey – why not 5-country?) bookstore-to-bookstore campaign. There might be a parade float with a literary salon atop it. The readers would pitch their tents outside at dawn, renouncing jam bands and iPhones, reading Housekeeping around the illegal campfire…
Reality check: Yarn Harlot and Ann Patchett share ruminations and frustrations, while Teresa Mendez explores why author tours might be becoming “passé.”
Anyone have a good book tour story to share?
