The Doom Generation

Parties and shows and openings and bars and Anne and Demna

At the Granta party, someone told me a story about asking a writer to join a reading and getting an email back asking for $20,000, her normal speaking fee. I can’t imagine this ever works, but if it does, I’d love to hear that story.

At a friend’s birthday party, more than one person said they hadn’t gone to sleep in days, not in an insomniac way, but meaning they were busy doing other things, like dancing, I suppose. “I love to sleep,” I said, not trying to sound dismissive, truly curious if they would rather be awake, always. The conversation ended there, though.