So I am slaphappy and posting live from Bologna, Italy! After spending two days meeting publishers at the Book Fair, staying up until 11 eating good food with great people, I have discovered a few things:
1. Apparently, there is no word for "Linger" in many foreign languages. Such as Dutch. The Dutch never stand still, apparently, and therefore have no need of the word. This makes translating the title of "Linger" into Dutch complicated. Likewise, the Croats do not linger either. Stay tuned.
2. In Italy, according to our fearless driver, red stop lights are "opinion, not fact."
3. Some words have multiple meanings. Scholastic, aware that I'm allergic to preservatives, kindly got someone to translate the phrase "I can only eat food without preservatives" into Italian. They warned me, however, as they taught me how to say it, that the Italian word for "preservatives" is the same as the word for "condom." So that I should be careful how I look when I say it.
Thanks. So everyone will know I can't eat food with condoms, which is pretty true of most people, I think.
However, that said, I haven't had to use the phrase, as Italy is pretty darn preservative free and I'm sort of enjoying this walking-into-a-restaurant-and-eating-anything-I-want-watching-my-waistline-expand thing.
So that is the news from the front. More to come. I am off to do things involving cocktails and Shaun Tan. Oh yes I am.