I was to interview Martin Amis, who was in town
\nfor a reading of the book, which had gained some bad blood.<\/p>\n
In England, A.S. Byatt was leading a one-woman battalion
\nclaiming Amis’ sizeable advance was so to pay alimony.<\/p>\n
I was so blissed out to interview Amis, that I went out and celebrated
\nmy pending interview by getting a spring cold.<\/p>\n
It was deemed that since I had no fever, I could keep Amis
\nas though I’d let my fellow contributors nab him.<\/p>\n
So, I hoofed it over to the Plaza hotel where he was staying,
\nexcited and a little high on cold meds.<\/p>\n
When Amis interviewed Capote, he mentioned asking Capote I arrived early, sans my copy of The Information<\/em>, a decision While I waited for the tea, who should walk in but Amis, After introductions, Amis drew out a piece of paper to show me; Amis was genuinely confused and seemed to be seeking confirmation As fascinating as was the conversation, I never was able to drop I was to interview Martin Amis, who was in town for a reading of the book, which had gained some bad blood. In England, A.S. Byatt was leading a one-woman battalion claiming Amis’ sizeable advance was so to pay alimony. I was so blissed out…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5661,5662],"class_list":["post-121913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-martin-amis","tag-the-information"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121913","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121913"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123031,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121913\/revisions\/123031"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto sign In Cold Blood <\/em>; my editor was dubious my asking likewise.<\/p>\n
\nI still kick myself for today, and ordered a cup of tea.<\/p>\n
\nglancing around and seeing me with pen and recorder came over.<\/p>\n
\non a cocktail napkin, someone had solicited his time.<\/p>\n
\nthat this was an odd overture; I agreed that it was.<\/p>\n
\nmy recorder and retrieve that cup of tea before it turned cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"