end of week

Since ages ago, when I wrote, in a great hurry and commissioned to do so, the biography of Picasso's "Weeping Woman," Dora Maar, and so much enjoyed how the title got set up in different languages --Dora Maar With and Without Picasso (in the UK, as opposed to that Weeping Woman title in the US), The Photographer alongside the Painter (in German), The Lives of Dora Maar (in French) -- I haven't had so much book fun.

Because yesterday and today I got to sign my Provencal Cooking: Savoring the Simple Life in France in Barnes and Noble (on the French cooking shelf, gee whiz, and in my favorite neighborhood bookstore, Crawford and Doyle, AND found that my favorite clothes store would like to have it on their table also. Hooray.

And there will be a modest book launch with a chat at the National Arts Club this Thursday, with the French Cocktail Hour and other sponsors. It's really a memoir about living in a cabanon in the south of France... and now back to serious work. Teaching Wittgenstein and Artaud and Gide and such. Whoof.