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Stephen, Tabitha and Owen King read from their works at the Lutheran Church of the Reformation in Washington D.C. on April 4, 2008 as part of the PEN/Faulkner reading series. The event was originally scheduled to be held at the Folger Shakespeare Library, but due to demand it was moved to the larger venue across the street. I heard that over 500 tickets were sold.

Earlier in the day, the three authors met with students from several area high schools at the Library of Congress as part of the PEN/Faulkner Writers in Schools program.

Eager fans started gathering on the church steps early in the afternoon. The sign near the sidewalk announced "GOD RESCUES OUR LIVES FROM DEATH." The steps grew crowded and the line extended down the sidewalk by the time the Will Call doors opened at 7 pm. Attendees were of all ages. Some were dressed in horror-themed t-shirts and a couple of guys looked like they just got off their motorbikes. People who had never met before but knew each other by screen names from message boards sought each other out. Precious books were tucked under arms or clutched to chests.

The first person I recognized was Norman Prentiss, who've I know from NECON and Shocklines. He was there with a friend. Four Cemetery Dance employees showed up shortly thereafter and joined our little group. I had to leave my place in line to pick up my tickets from the Will Call table--if you saw me rejoining my friends, I wasn't cutting in line. I swear!

When the doors opened at 7:30, we found a pew with enough empty space on the right-hand side of the sanctuary. Three chairs were arranged on the left-hand side of the chancel where the authors would be seated. The first few rows of the sanctuary were blocked off for PEN/Faulkner members and affiliates. Attendees clustered around the center aisle so they could make a fast break for the Folger later to get in the queue for the book signing.

The rules concerning the event were announced frequently, and reiterated from the pulpit before the Kings took the stage. A young woman took photographs of the audience and the event for PEN/Faulkner.

After introductions, Tabitha King was the first to read. Each author was miked but, after a moment's hesitation, she decided to read from the pulpit. She could barely see over the top (I was reminded of Queen Elizabeth's visit to the White House several years ago), but she got a laugh when she said that her daughter, a minister, would be jealous. Her daughter's congregation isn't as large as the one seated before her, and the pulpit isn't as nice, she said.

She read from a novel in progress called The Potter's Rib, explaining that a "rib" is a tool potters use. She skipped the prolog, which she said was about the death of a cat. "It's sad," she said, her Maine accent making the second word long and flat. A woman goes to visit her ex-husband, who wants to consult with her about some expensive porcelain his new wife purchased. He suspects it might be counterfeit. The main character is non-committal, but the new wife, bearing a box of the pottery in question, appears at her door later that evening when she is getting ready for bed. During the reading, Tabitha stopped from time to time to make editorial comments about the work. In the midst of a passage about the history of porcelain, she said, "Isn't this riveting? Don't worry. There's exciting stuff ahead."

Owen followed his mother's lead and stood behind the pulpit, looming over it. The story he selected was called "Nothing is in Bad Taste," recently published in Subtropics 5. The editor who accepted the piece was in the audience. The story is about catch phrases that become part of a couple's vocabulary. In this case, the phrase is "I just needed to park the car," first uttered by a mental patient after he "parked " on top of a homeless man after circling the hospital parking lot for a day and a half.

The protagonists use this phrase in various situations and gradually pervert it from its original form--it degenerates in parallel with their relationship. She wants her husband to work less and to move out of the city and start a family; he's happy with the status quo. The story was well received by the audience, although Tabitha put her hands over her ears for a couple of passages that contained words that aren't normally uttered from a pulpit. Because of the story's length, Owen abridged on the fly.

Stephen high-fived Owen at the end of the reading. He remained in his chair and used the portable microphone rather than taking the pulpit. He read a passage from Duma Key, the section where Wireman tells Edgar about winning "la loteria"-the tragic story about what befell his daughter and wife.

At the end of the reading, a brief Q&A session was held, though the questions were predictable and mostly focused on Stephen, who tried valiantly to encourage audience members to ask questions of his wife and son. Most questions seemed to presume the answer; for example, Owen was asked if his father ever read him bedtime stories. Owen answered, "Yes." After a pause he said, "I've been asked that question a lot before, and I know what people expect me to say." There ensued a brief discussion between Stephen and Tabitha about whether they had read certain potentially damaging stories to their son.

The audience was released to join a queue across the street for a reception and book signing. Each author agreed to sign one book per attendee. Colored cards were distributed to prevent people from returning to the end of the line for a second pass. The line wound through the hall in the Folger where the reception was held and into the main library, past medieval manuscripts and tapestries. Quotes from Shakespeare were etched on the walls and mantles. (The library was one of the settings used by author Jennifer Lee Carrell in her novel Interred With Their Bones, which I like to call The Shakespeare Code.)

The three authors were seated side by side at long tables, with PEN/Faulkner staff facilitating by making sure books were opened to the page to be signed. The line moved quickly and smoothly because no inscriptions were allowed and photographs were prohibited, two things that can interrupt the flow at a signing. In little more than an hour, everyone was through the line and grazing on the remains of the fruit and cheese in the reception area.

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