An average illustrious literary Tuesday in Brooklyn

Jake the Reading Cat

Jake the Reading Cat

A small, select, but frightfully good-looking group hightailed it to Fort Green on Tuesday evening to attend a book reading of Silk for the Feed Dogs, thereby solidifying Brooklyn’s reputation as a literary stronghold. The event was unfortunately not open to the public. There was a guest list. Forget the Waverly Inn, this is how the glitterati is passing its time these days, so I’ve been told. At least on weeknights. The hostess of the event, the divine Cyndie, swung open the doors of her happy-hued apartment for the soiree, having tossed together a commendable cheese assortment, bacon-wrapped dates, watermelon radish with sea salt, and, for those who may have ran a marathon last Sunday (what these young and fabulous do on weekends) and are still overdoing it on the carbs, bruschetta slathered in herb butter.

What did I tell you? A frightfully good looking audience

A frightfully good looking audience

The author's wares

The author’s wares











The author, suffering from a hoarse throat, sipped hot whisky with cloves and honey and read with the smoky timbre of Marianne Faithful. She was heard commenting that she hoped the wind would change and her voice would remain that way forever. She felt it lent her a worldly air she did not otherwise possess which contributed to the success of the reading.

The dazzling bright young Tuesday things

A gathering of dazzlingly bright literary gadflies

The hostess with the author

The hostess with the author










Pursuing paparazzi had been thrown off the scent at the Manhattan Bridge. This was just as well because Jake the Reading Cat was in the audience. He is a notoriously private individual with a pessimistic demeanor, but highly regarded. For those who don’t know, it’s akin to having Salman Rushdie just pop in for a hot toddy and a discourse on how writing can lead to death threats. I hope I didn’t offend him when I enquired if that was his real hair or a weave. The public needs to know, I justified, tentatively. He gave a sniff and changed seats.

In fact, it took Jake a while to get settled. He moved several times, didn’t prefer the view, fancied the acoustics were better by the red wall. This delayed the start much the same way as fashion shows are delayed until Anna Wintour has taken her seat. But the author was pleased to note Jake was the first in line to ask her to sign his copy of her novel.

The author enjoying the sound of her own voice

The author enjoying the sound of her own voice

"It's Jake the Reading Cat.Go ask for his autograph. No, you."

“It’s Jake the Reading Cat. Go ask for his autograph. No, you.”











At the end of her reading, the author felt a tap on the shoulder, turned and found the esteemed guest before her. He was shorter than she had imagined. “Your lilting cadence is somewhat at odds with your gravelly tone,” he said. “But I liked it.” Then he presented her with these:


“Book’s not half bad either,” he purred, before executing a discreet bow and retiring from the room to his waiting car downstairs.

To find out what all the fuss was about, you can buy Silk for the Feed Dogs here.


  1. Jake looks like the very epitome of grace and elegance. I can see how it would be nerve wracking to have a celeb front and center during your reading, especially when you’re in BROOKLYN, I mean WOW! Still, it sounds as if you pulled it off beautifully (and the dishy boots couldn’t have hurt!) so congratulations, Jackie. Cheers and thanks for the kind words, also. I’d like to be like Pablo Neruda, but I think I’m going to skid closer to Rosemary Rogers…don’t get me wrong. I adore her. But I’d still rather be Pablo Neruda. Short, concise and sweet rather than long, verbose and mean as a snake.

    • Well, yes, Narudo made every word count but Rogers made her every writing hour count thus spurting novels out every couple of years like she was blowing bubbles–which might be the case with you given your recent output. Go with what gets you there! Jake seconds that. Well, he sniffed which I took to mean accordance.

  2. petermcl2013

    Next, Madison Sq Garden!!

  3. Sassparella Jones

    what a soiree indeed! Jake, the reading cat, is delighted with all of his new found fame…! he’s gotten a bit narcissistic but I try not to notice and feed that flame. 🙂
    well, done Jax, well done!

  4. Sassparella, you are going to have to lie low now that the world knows you frequent such starry types. The roof’s about to shoot off your world.Take my advice. Jake needs a disguise: I think we should braid his locks. Alec Baldwin just took his stalker to court and cried and everything…

  5. gia

    such an honor and privilege to have you across the river! i’m enjoying the book! xo

    • Well you know as I was received so warmly I just might cross the river again soon, Gia. In fact you might never get rid of me as this attention might go to my head even more than it does to Jake’s! Happy reading, Lovely! x

  6. How very very fabulous!!! xxxxxx

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