I put off posting this to go along with the blog post for the book. Which I expected to do a month and a half ago. Whoops.

 

To celebrate the release of his new book in September, Rediscovered Books, brought Craig Johnson to town for a reading, signing and whatnot -- continuing something they've been doing since Johnson first started doing public appearances.

 

Johnson started off talking about his connection with Rediscovered and the early days of touring and public appearances. Then he sifted into talking about the new book (The Depth of Winter) and some of the preparation work he did for the book -- including a snowy trip to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and a visit to Mexico where his guide kept insisting that he not tell anyone who he was (he'd be too attractive to kidnappers).

 

He did a little reading from the first chapter of the book -- Johnson comes across as a natural at this. No offense to George Guidall, but Johnson would make a great Longmire audiobook narrator. Then he shifted to audience questions -- which ranged from some talk about the TV series (maybe too much of that, but that's probably just me) to the similarities between Vic and Mrs. Johnson to some of the early writing of the series. Johnson quickly and deftly transitioned from an answer to the question to an anecdote along the same lines, giving the audience member what they wanted to know and more. It was really one of the better Q&A sessions that I've been present for.

 

Then the signing kicked off -- when my friend and I got close we heard a great story about Grace Slick's reaction to The Western Star (I'd have paid good money for that story). My friend got in a good question and then it was my turn. And I got a refresher on why I blog instead of doing a podcast or vlog. Aside from one almost clever response to something he said, all I could muster up was 3-4 "Thank You"s to getting the picture, his signature and whatnot. No interesting question, no insightful comment about the series, observation about his work -- or even an articulate appreciation for something about his writing. Nope. Just "Thank you," and a feeling of inadequacy and inarticulateness.

 

Before the event, while my friend and I were waiting in line to pay for parking, I see a gentleman walk up wearing a large hat. I mutter something to myself about hoping I didn't get stuck behind this guy, because between that hat and his height, there was no way I'd be able to see Johnson. Actually, given the "Western wear" the guy was sporting, he could almost pass for Johnson, I remember thinking. Except this gentleman was younger than I remembered pictures of Johnson appearing. Naturally, about ten minutes later, we're talking to people sitting in the same row who talked about riding up in the elevator with Johnson. I said something about talking myself out of thinking he was in line behind us for parking. They replied with something about the green plaid shirt and I felt like the world's worst fan. Clearly, I care more about a writer's words than his appearance. On the plus side, not recognizing him spared both of us the opportunity to unleash my eloquence on him earlier.

 

That aside, it was a great night -- Johnson can tell a story in person as well as he can on paper. Sure, the audience was already predisposed to enjoy him -- but he kept our attention and rewarded it. If you have a chance, I highly recommend going to one of his public appearances -- you'll have a blast.