For the first time in almost 3 years the small press fair was back(!) thanks to rob mclennan. It was like old home week. So many people we haven’t seen for years, catching up with directions lives have moved. Lots of good conversations! (I was more than a little hoarse yesterday as a result. )
I got good table neighbours with Grant Wilkins of Grunge Papers and Catina Noble with her books of non-fiction how-to, short stories and memoirs. She’s also running a monthly poetry publication, Fiddles and Scribbles which is taking submissions.
I gave Grant a break and didn’t chase him the camera this year. I’ve often gone table to table photographing the exhibitors but I gave that a pass this time on the keep it simple principle. An impression:
All the 40 tables were booked. Lots of new faces and familiar tables. 40-Watt Spotlight, above/ground, Apt 9, Arc, Book*hug, Canthius, Cornelius Designs, Coven Editions, Frontenac House, Seymour Hamilton, Proper Tales, Puddles of Sky, Riverbed Reading Series, Room 3o2, shreeking violet, Stuart Ross/Proper Tales, VII, and a lot of new like Turret House from Montreal, Wyrdsmith Press, Madison McSweeney, and All is Fiction. Some graphic offerings from Chris Lackie and print issues of Ottawa’s flo lit magazine. (Did Cactus Press come? I didn’t see them.)
A few people didn’t budge from their tables or buy from each other, or talk and that’s a opportunity lost.
People I spoke with seemed happy with sales. The crowd was pretty constant all day. That’s good for energies, to not have dead zones. Christian, rob and I put up posters, which generally helps.
As I was postering pre-sale, a group of women crossing the intersection, made a chorus of book sale? book sale? did I see book sale? One beelined to me and got directions. Another good moment was losing my end of the tape and, speaking to no one in particular, is anyone good at this? And a group of three women doubled back, and one said, I am, and found the end. Good Samaritans, they’re everywhere.
Thanks to the lovely Christine McNair near the exhibitor catalogues and coffee, and free table, there were masks on hand for those who forgot, an air purifier, and, instead of the usual open boxes of cookies, sealed packages for hygiene. Lovely.
I had my first fruit roll up since I was a kid. How fun is that.
6 tables offered free chocolate. (Great minds.) I gave out wrapped brownies. Riverbed offered Lindt. And Christine Sung came round mid-afternoon as a snack fairy offering free banana muffins. It’s that sort of caring that makes a community.
I veer far into food column here. Books. There were also books. Some I had wanted to see in person. Blurbs and reviews are okay but I need to read a few random lines to see if I can hear something.
As do others. People could flip through the version of this small singing and a bunch enjoyed seeing how it came together.
I also think my improv tablecloth from my stash of quilt-materials was more cheerful and fitting than my usual tablecloth, where ever I cached that away.
I look forward to hunkering down with chapbooks and books I picked up.Whenever the cat lets me.
Hope you all found some papery treasures lately. A few regulars were missing like a last hurrah from KFB, and Karen Schindler’s press couldn’t make it. Hope that come spring, some people who missed this fair, as exhibitors or browsers will be back.