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STATION ELEVEN by Emily St. John Mandel comes out today in the US & Canada, and I believe tomorrow in the UK, which makes this both STATION ELEVEN Day and STATION ELEVEN Eve depending on location.

I loved this book.

LOVED.

I have post-apocalypse fatigue and I still loved this book, because it’s so much more than that. I don’t want to tell you too much about it, because simply describing it would never do it justice.

This is going to be one of the stories I carry in my imagination for the rest of my life. It will come to mind again and again and again in theatres, in airports, in Toronto in the snow.

Please read it.

Once in a very long while a book becomes a brand new old friend, a story you never knew you always wanted. STATION ELEVEN is that rare find that feels familiar and extraordinary at the same time, expertly weaving together future and present and past, death and life and Shakespeare. This is truly something special.

- Erin Morgenstern

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hello, september.

Welcome to the new and improved erinmorgenstern.com. It is still under a little bit of construction and I’ll be tweaking things for awhile but the major changes are done.

The FAQ has been updated, there is now a bonus page of book recommendations, as well as a contact form. Adam took most of the header photos. I’m really pleased with how it turned out, and how much I learned while working on it.

Also, Things I Did in August While I Was Not on the Internet, an incomplete list.

  • I got to play Quentin Coldwater in a dramatic presentation of a bit of Lev Grossman‘s The Magicians during the aforementioned Magician’s Land extravaganza. I was whiny. It was awesome.
  • At that Levapalooza event I also met Margaret Stohl, Michelle Hodkin, Lauren Oliver, and Austin Grossman who are all marvelous. I believe Greenlight Bookstore has some of the shenanigans available to listen to over here. Afterward I chatted with several lovely rêveurs which was great fun.
  • Speaking of things circus, I also received this gorgeous red scarf from Sarah The Sexy Knitter and it’s even more beautiful in person. I can’t wait for it to be cold enough to wear it.
  • I saw the Shakespeare in the Park production of King Lear, which was wonderful. We had tried to go in July but we got terribly rained on, so I’m glad we got a chance to go again.
  • met Tori Amos, which I still can’t really believe actually happened. I fangirled. I did. (It was also probably the best Tori concert I’ve seen.)
  • And I worked a lot. And got a lot done though the month flew by. September will still end up being busy, but I’ll be checking in on the internet more often.

Looking forward to fall, with pumpkin-flavored things and sweaters.

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august internet hiatus & magicians

I am taking the entire month of August off from the internet. 

What this means: no blog posts, no twitter unless important information sharing, no tumblr. I am shutting off the wifi connection on my laptop from tomorrow until Sept 1st. (I spend 90% of my computer time on the laptop.)

I will be checking my personal email periodically.

I will still be Instagramming because Instagram lives in my phone.

I hope you all have a lovely month.

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On Tuesday August 5th two very cool things happen:

1. The Magician’s Land is finally released, hurrah!

2. There will be this magical event in Brooklyn. I will be there. I don’t know what I’ll be doing, that’s pretty much up to Lev. It will probably involve talking of some sort. I don’t know if there’s an official non-Lev signing for anyone but I will bring a pen and I will happily sign things if asked.

At the moment it is my only scheduled appearance this year which I am doing because Lev asked me to and because I really loved this book.

Here’s the official Morgensternian blurb:

Lev Grossman has conjured a rare creature: a trilogy that simply gets better and better as it goes along. The Magician’s Land is sumptuous and surprising yet deliciously familiar, a glass of rich red wine left out for a hungry ghost. Literary perfection for those of us who grew up testing the structural integrity of the backs of wardrobes.

Here is the author-studded crowd-sourced book trailer:


And here is an extra bonus outtake from when I recorded my section back in April. Filmed in Toronto. There are puppies. Also this is when I realized I needed to cut my hair. I miss my jacket, it’s too hot now.

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flax-golden tales: a not-quite-midnight picnic

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a not-quite-midnight picnic

We decide to have a midnight picnic with the moon but we leave early just after the sun goes to sleep so there will be enough light to see by to get there.

We bring strawberries and honey and blue cheese and a bottle of red wine but we pack teacups instead of wine glasses because they are easier to carry and slightly more difficult to break.

We tiptoe under the deep pink sky as not to wake the sun.

We find a good spot to place our blanket and we put stones on the corners to keep the wind from stealing it away and we can only find three good stones but a passing rabbit says he will sit on the fourth corner to keep it in place for us for the duration of our nighttime picnic if he may have a strawberry and a sip of wine. We declare this a splendid exchange and the rabbit snuggles into the stoneless blanket corner.

The sky turns indigo and mauve and grey and the clouds dance and the moon peeks out at us and we raise our wine-filled teacups to it in greeting.

We have forgotten to pack napkins so our fingers get honey-sticky but we do not mind.

The rabbit tells us stories about the bees who live on the North Star and make honey that is snow-white and sparkling, and we all agree that one can never have enough honey or too many bees.

After we eat the last berries and nibble the last morsels of cheese and lick the last of the honey from our fingers and paws we make wishes on the half-moon that they might come half-true.

Then we fold up our blanket and pack our wine-stained teacups away and bid our new rabbit friend sweet dreams and say goodnight to the world.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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now we are thirty-six

Today is my birthday. I suppose I am allowed to be thirty-six and still feel like I am just getting started, just beginning to figure things out, just happy and just married.

Thank you again for all the wedding well-wishes on Twitter & Instagram, I wish I could respond to everyone personally but I can’t keep up. I had a lot of comments about my bouquet (featured in another photo below taken on the High Line), it’s from AliciasOddities on Etsy, made from a combination of vintage brooches & handmade enamel flowers.

As mentioned previously, the last of the flax-golden tales will be posted this Friday. After that I’ll be taking a bit of an internet hiatus, if there’s news that’s worth blogging I shall blog it but otherwise it should be quiet around here for the rest of the summer, and hopefully at the end of the summer or early fall I’ll be doing a long-needed website overhaul.

But for now I am going to do birthday things and try not to melt in the heat and then get back to writing.

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flax-golden tales: an entreaty before departure

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an entreaty before departure

It is almost time to go.

Someday is, in fact, today.

Time for departures and changes and brave new worlds.

New sights and new sounds, new dreams and new shoes.

Write yourself a note, to remember who you are.

(It’s an easier thing to forget than you’d imagine.)

Put your tray table in whatever position suits your fancy.

Make sure you know where your towel is.

Hold your breath, make a wish, and off you go.

In search of elusive delights.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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July 2nd, 2014

Adam and I got married at city hall this morning.

I have always wanted a relationship that felt like the very end of Amélie & I actually found it.

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

married

married kisses

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flax-golden tales: bargaining with space and time

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bargaining with space and time

They make promises to themselves and to the universe and in that moment they believe they got the better of the bargain, they believe that everything is forever and infinite.

Later, much later, they will realize their mistake.

Nothing lasts forever.

Promises regarding space and time disintegrate like paper in the rain.

When they finally feel their space and time slipping through their fingers they stop winding their watches and they unplug their clocks. As though the disruption of electricity could halt time forever at six minutes past eleven.

They fret over the things they had meant to do instead of moving forward.

They mourn what’s been lost instead of celebrating what’s still to come.

Instead of reveling in all that is available to them.

And space and time sigh and laugh and continue dancing into the future.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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belated cocktails

I mentioned that I would share the Game of Thrones season finale cocktails if they came out well and they did but then I forgot! Oops.

got cocktailsI decide beforehand to do one fire-themed cocktail and one ice-themed cocktail. Originally the ice one was going to involve sparkling wine but after spending the day making lemon cakes and lamb stew I wanted something lighter.

The fire cocktail is basically a cinnamon whiskey sour. It is approximately equal parts fresh lemon juice, Bärenjäger honey liqueur & Early Times Fire Eater hot cinnamon flavored whiskey (which comes in a fabulously circusy bottle) shaken over ice & served up. This came out rather splendidly, the whiskey really does have that hot cinnamon kick to it which seemed appropriately fire-themed even though the drink itself was cold.

The ice cocktail is vodka (distilled from honey!) with a splash of creme de violette topped with sparkling water & served, of course, over ice. I was going to use my giant round ice molds but I forgot to fill them. This one turned out a beautiful clear lavender color that doesn’t quite come across in the photo.

I am thinking I will make this a Game of Thrones tradition and make different fire&ice cocktails for next season’s premiere, too.

 

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flax-golden tales: tiny helpful birds

tiny helpful birds

tiny helpful birds

The Helpful Birds are small and black
But some of them wear splashes of color
And all of them are somewhat fluffy.

Often only one of them will show up
But they will be there when you need them.

If you have a lock in need of picking or a lost item stuck on a high branch
Or if you simply feel the need to listen to a little song
They will be happy to help you or to sing for you.

And if you are lost at sea
They will help you build your boat.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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