Now that it’s October, it’s officially okay to be scared.Determined to fight my fright of hubris, I make brave to mention that I have two appearances scheduled for the first ever Easton Book Festival, coming up from the 25th to the 27th.The Festival has turned into quite an event, with some 200 writers taking part.I got involved by being in the right place at the right time, for a change.Authors are being brought in from as far as New York City, Vermont, and Massachusetts. I know from experience that even Manhattan is a trek.I contacted the organizers back in the summer since I have an autumn book that came out in late December last year.For the festival I’ll be involved in a panel discussion “Poets as Prophets—Merging Art and Religion” on Saturday, and a presentation on Holy Horror on Sunday.
Like many people who write, I’m shy and not naturally good at promoting myself.The other day while out for a walk my wife and I were run by by a group of shirtless high school guys, presumably on the track team.It felt like the gallimimus scene from Jurassic Park—we’re smaller folks, and these confident, athletic sorts were not.It felt like an object lesson to me.Some of us are born with genetic dispositions to grow large and to feel confident.Others not so much.When we watched the caber toss at Celtic Fest last weekend, the contestants were all well over six feet tall, which I suppose makes sense if a caber is in the cards for you.As they showboated for the crowd, I knew a small display with my book was just up the hill in the Moravian Book Shop. Like me, in the shadows of the shelf above.
Perhaps my only regret about the Easton Book Festival is that I don’t have a fictional novel to present.Well, I do, but it isn’t published.Lately I’ve been exploring that wall of separation between fiction and non.In the kinds of books I read in the fall, the wall is more of a hurricane fence.And it’s only about waist high at that.Holy Horror isn’t an academic book, it just plays one on the market.If it were a standard academic title I wouldn’t have put it forward for the Easton Book Festival; people come to such events to be entertained as well as to learn.This one will encompass pretty much all of downtown Easton for the weekend.And that weekend is just before Halloween, when the wall between worlds is especially thin.
One of the trendy things when I worked in United Methodist youth camp was “Christmas in July.”Although not quite six months out, the idea was to inject some fun when it was starting to feel too hot out and, as evangelizing efforts go, to talk about Jesus.The origins of this tradition predate me, actually.Even secular camps were using the idea in the mid 1930s.By introducing the mystery of the unexpected, I suppose it might’ve helped to deal with camper homesickness, a perennial problem.It worked, in my experience, because nobody was really thinking about Christmas in July. It was a ploy. Just after the summer solstice, Christmas would have to wait until after the winter solstice to materialize.Now this past week we observed the autumnal equinox.I usually write a post about that, but I’ve been kind of distracted lately.
Over the weekend I had to head to a big box home goods store.I prefer to visit our local independent hardware store, but they don’t carry lumber and I needed some.I walked in to find the store decked out for Christmas in September.This was just a bit disturbing.It’s not even Halloween yet.In fact, it’s not even October!For many people in temperate regions autumn is their favorite season.Harvest themes, apple and pumpkins, turning leaves, falling leaves, and Halloween.Putting on the occasional sweater for the first time after a long and hot summer.Big boxes are leaping past all that to get to your Christmas bucks, even while you still have to mow the lawn when you get home.
Okay, so I’m not the only one to grouch about the premature appearance of Santa Claus and the extreme commercialization of Christmas. I know that Bethlehem is called “Christmas City,” but as we wandered to the Celtic Festival underway downtown, people were sweating in the eighty-degree heat.The leaves have begun to turn around here, reminding us all that Halloween and Thanksgiving are coming.The holiday season.I enjoy it as much as anybody else, but I don’t want to rush it.I suspect the internet has accustomed us to instant gratification.You want it?If you can type it and click on it, it can be at your doorstep in two days.You don’t need to wait for Christmas to catch up any more.Meanwhile our landfills overflow with the stuff we throw away from Christmases past.Christmas in July I think I get.Christmas in September is just a little too much.