The Beat has been felled by a pesky bronchial infection and missed all of yesterday’s ICv2 conference and party slate. Boo hiss. After a regime of juice and tea, we hope to be on the floor tomorrow, even if at reduced strength.
We haven’t seen many online reports on the conference yet, aside from a few Twitters. Douglas Wolk:
Q: “What happens if Watchmen doesn’t go anywhere?” Paul Levitz: “The 200,000 I printed today would probably be a mistake, then.”
And Evie Nagy:
learned today from Art Spiegelman that “Goethe was the Oprah of his time.”
Otherwise nothing but complaints about how cold the Javits and New York at large are. In fact, even while lying swaddled in bed, eating rice pudding, it was easy to follow along with who was doing what on the ubiquitous Twitter. Weird.