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This evening the news came at a special awards ceremony held in the Beverly Hills Hilton as champagne glasses tinkled, mermen and mermaids frolicked fishily in the heated swimming pools, the paparazzi almost outnumbered the glitzerazzi, and the Archangel Gabriel himself attended incognito but was soon ejected for making a nuisance among the young ladies queuing up to get refills of Hawaiian punch.

In short, we were all there for the announcement of

THE MEAGER PUDDLE OF LIMELIGHT AWARD

Organized and hosted annually by Jon Gibbs ([livejournal.com profile] jongibbs) on his An Englishman in New Jersey blog, this is given to the author-nominated book or book project which, in the opinion of the voters, has the best and most enticing title.

To my intermingled shock, delight, ecstasy and amazement, this year the honour of receiving

THE MEAGER PUDDLE OF LIMELIGHT AWARD

went to, well,

MOI

for my title The Dragons of Manhattan. You can see that very title in situ here:



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Flushed with spontaneous false modesty, I accepted the voters' decision like a shot. The only downside of winning, really, is that I was also rooting for Pam's and my friend E.F. Watkins ([livejournal.com profile] eilwatkins), whose Hex, Death and Rock'n'Roll in the event came second.

The full results can be read here. Many thanks to Jon Gibbs for taking the time and making the effort to organize the contest.



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After all the excitement of our day out last Saturday (of which more anon, once I get all my pics in a row), we had a quieter time of it Sunday. We did, though, make an expedition to attend the launch party thrown in a Universalist hall (of all places) by the wonderful E.F. Watkins for her new novel, Danu's Children. Here's Eileen signing a copy for Pam and myself --


Eileen signing


-- and here's the hi-tech cake she'd managed to obtain through the bakery dept of her local A&P supermarket:


Eileen's cake


The cake, as well as looking good, tasted pretty delicious . . . but not as delicious as the book promises to be, judging by a quick shooftie through it I had when we got home. My guess is it'll get read pretty soon after I've cleared the decks of the current little heap of books I'm working my way through.

A highlight of the party was the arrival of a cop. Apparently they'd received an anonymous call complaining of all the noise and raucous music going on. He was surprised to find a bunch of people who were for the most part . . . um, "not precisely in their first flush of youth" is probably the most decorous way of expressing this. He was also startled to discover that the "raucous music" had been playing while he'd been explaining his mission and he hadn't heard it because of the sound of his own voice -- it was that quiet. "Nutjobs," he elaborated sotto voce concerning, presumably, the anonymous caller.

Pam of course suggested he should buy a copy of the book, which notion was met with a stony stare. Later I pointed out to Eileen that here, surely, was the linchpin to her press release about the party: ". . . and at one stage the police had to be called . . ."

Incidentally, Eileen and I are going to be two of the participants in an authors' panel next Tuesday (7.00pm -- put it in your calendar!) at Ringwood Public Library, Ringwood, NJ. Certainly there'll be copies on sale of Danu's Children . . . not to mention various trifles of mine own.



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