“You go into a fugue state of exhaustion and inspiration.”
Head Waiter Mike Scalise offered the most apt description of the Bread Loaf experience. Don’t look for any such wisdom in these thoughts. I just can’t let go of the mountain and the memories:
Fireplaces that looked decorative on day one turned out to be vital.
Brief reactivation of Ross White’s phantom Twitter and Facebook accounts.
David Shields’s self-described “fiction driveby shootings.”
Every day, growing lore about the Nut Shack.
So many beautiful words and beautiful moments in the Little Theater.
Best Couple we hope are a couple: Tamara Choudhury and Jeff Stauch
Best Couple we know are a couple: Alan Carl and Benjamin Roesch.
Best Couple who really aren’t a couple (happily for their suitors): Lauren Edmondson and Liz Wykoff.
Still in awe of the fabulous waiters and staff. Such talent…such multitasking!!
The girl pack getting their fun on: Trish Woolwine, Alex Beers, Angie Chatman, Amy Schriebman Walter, Claudia Zuluaga, and Molly Absolon.
Kalapana Mohan at a too early 8 am after the first barn dance, radiant in a beautiful Indian-print Kameez tunic, hair perfectly in place. Asked how she was feeling post dance: “Very … very bad.”
Waiter flashmob to Lady Gaga’s Telephone.
Staff flashmob to Hall and Oates’s Rich Girl.
Wishing I’d had more time reading in those Adirondack chairs.
Alan Heathcock ghostbusting in Robert Frost’s cabin.
Philip Levine … stand-up comic.
Kris Bigalk and Señor Squirrel.
Every other person on crutches.
If only Charles Baxter’s lecture on “undoings” had come earlier in the conference.
Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich’s black Stetson: Western hot.
Nate Brown’s bow ties: handsome devil.
Chad Frisbee’s dancing shirt: 70’s sexois.
Jeff Stauch’s rainy-day speedo: no comment.
Turns out, alcohol does not prevent BLARS.
Suspicious repeat fire alarms in Cherry.
Unreal full moon.
All too real howling at moon.
Luis Alberto Urrea’s special box of writing wisdom.
Noreen Cargill working magic in the office at all hours of day and night.
“The person who smells a waiter is a fool.” –Shuchi Saraswat. Though in fact, Shuchi and the waiters smelled and looked (and sang) beautiful(ly). Especially compared to the rest of us.
Oh, we just loved our moments in the Blue Parlor. Laughed and cried. Thank you Harriet Clark!
Blue Parlor Best Supporting Actor: photographer and sommelier Rolf Yngve.
Badass runners: Dave Essinger, Molly Absolon, Jeff Stauch, and Mike Kerlin.
Wondering each day:
A.) What hat will Alan Heathcock wear?
B.) What will be on Rob Kaplan’s T-shirt?
C.) What name will they give to today’s stew?
All other questions anticipated and answered by the genius and in-depth daily reporting of The Crumb!
Amy Schriebman Walter every day in the Apple Cellar writing poetry.
One Minute in Heaven: General Contributors read from the hallowed podium … to ourselves.
(Thank you to Ru Freeman, Nicholas Boggs, and the 3 others who attended.)
Slice of Heaven: Courtney Maum’s Missed Opportunity.
Miss, missing that mountain air.
Best late-night antics and stamina: Richard Bausch tied with the waiters. Ok, the waiters really took this category, but the indomitable Bausch gave them a run for their money.
Bestest and Most Wonderful Presence (even when he wasn’t there): Tim Manley!
Michael Collier dancing on the table at the barn dance … got it on film.
Somehow all were unscathed after the body-slamming mosh fest during Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Top complaint on the feedback forms: “There should always be bacon the morning after a barn dance.”
Wishing I could hit replay and do it all over again.
Just like I’m replaying all the Bread Loaf lectures and readings on iTunes.
“What a remarkable time in literary Brigadoon.” Sharon Gelman.
Barely the tip of the iceberg. I know I missed a lot. A laptop conked me on the head during the shuttle up to Bread Loaf, so my own fugue state was also a semi-concussed one.
Does anyone else still hear that bell ringing?