The Carter Presidential Library and Museum theater was full last night. People were sitting on the floor, leaning against the walls and filing into the overflow area, good-natured all through the night.
All this for a discussion about books,”Green Metropolis” and “Confessions of a Radical Industrialist,” for a local public radio show.
I know why I was there — because my first order of business upon moving to Atlanta was getting a library card, because my great disappointment with the Kindle is that there’s no good place for an author to sign, because new books smell yummy, etc.
But why the draw? Even author David Owen mentioned that he has led book events where nobody showed up. I’ve been to readings where it’s me, a book seller, an author, a plate of butter cookies and a stack of unopened books.
I see a few possibilities.
1) Knowing that you could be there for a taping of WABE’s “Between the Lines.” All the thrill of being a public radio audience, none of the