If it's October, it must be time for The New Yorker Festival. This annual schmooze-fest brings together the glitteratti of The New Yorker publishing world. Oh, and there are occasional interesting panels and discussions. Several years ago I attended a reading and celebration of Elizabeth Bishop's poetry and was happily transported to a rich and rewarding world.
Last week I was out of town attending my nephew's wedding (congratulations Joaquin and Kayla!), and with the opera and all, I've fallen behind on reading my New Yorkers. On the plane home yesterday, I finally opened the issue with the festival listings and was surprised to see a copy editing master class on the schedule for Sunday, October 18. One of my dream jobs is to be a copy editor at The New Yorker, so I thought it'd be fun and insightful to attend a so-called master class. (The last "Master Class" I attended was Terrence McNally's award-winning Broadway play based on the legendary opera singer Maria Callas--talk about drama!)
Should've read my New Yorker sooner, though, since I just checked and the class is sold out. If anyone out there is lucky enough to attend the class, let me know how it goes.