Comet Cocktail No. 7 at Oxalis in the Bywater

If you’re like me, you’ve probably been hankering for a good comet cocktail lately. The last one we had was, what, five months ago, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Feeling that it was high time for another high time, the indefatigable Nicola Wolf and I set out last night to visit Oxalis Restaurant and Bar, in the Bywater neighborhood of New Orleans.

Here’s a picture of the place:

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Nicola pointed out that before it opened as Oxalis half a year ago, the location was used as the restaurant setting in the HBO show Treme. Now it’s a real restaurant, with real good food.

(Oxalis, Nicola also told me, is a plant that grows like crazy in New Orleans. Also known as wood sorrel, it was used by the Algonquin Indians as an aphrodisiac. See how much you can learn by drinking?)

I cornered the bartender and showed her a postcard image of my famous novel, THE NIGHT OF THE COMET:

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“See here,” I said, following my usual routine. “Can you make a drink like this?”

“Let me think about it for a minute,” said the bartender, whose name was Jesi.

She turned around and peered at the wall of bottles, a finger on her lips. Then, inspired, she nabbed a barback and told him to go get some blueberries, quick.

Here she is at work:

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She’s a little blurry because she moves so fast.

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Jesi Goodwin, by the way, is a local gal who comes to New Orleans from Madisonville, near Mandeville. She’s been tending bar at Oxalis since it opened.

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When she’s not working, she enjoys table tennis, roller skating, and bridge.

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Her favorite music is classic rock of the 70s, and her favorite actor is Edward G. Robinson. Ah! Thank god, the drink’s ready:

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It was an excellent comet cocktail. And look at the color! On top of a mash of fresh blueberries, she poured Corsair Triple Smoke Whiskey, lemon juice, chocolate mole bitters, and egg white. It’s a variation of “your basic blueberry scotch sour,” Jesi explained. Who even knew there was such a thing?

She said to be sure to take a picture of the whiskey, because that was the key to the whole drink.

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When we finished that, she gave us, as a present, two frothy shots of nitrogen-infused Ramos Gin Fizz. Those were super good. If you never ate or drank anything else for the rest of your life but nitrogen-infused Ramos Gin Fizz, you’d be one very happy drunk.

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And here, finally, is a picture of what the bar looks like when your face is on it:

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Merci beaucoup, Jesi at Oxalis! See you again!

Comet on Summer Reading List in New Orleans!

THE NIGHT OF THE COMET is on the required summer reading list for tenth, eleventh, and twelfth graders at Brother Martin High School, an all-boys Catholic school here in New Orleans. Didn’t I always say that Brother Martin was an excellent and discerning school? Go Crusaders!

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Brother Martin is run by the Brothers of the Sacred Heart, the same religious gents who educated me in Baton Rouge.

A little history of the Brothers of the Sacred Heart, in case you’re curious:

The order was founded in 1821 in Lyon, France by the Reverend Andre Coindre. His aim was to help boys orphaned during the Reign of Terror. In 1847, at the request of the Bishop of New Orleans, the Brothers sent five missionaries to the US, where they founded their first American school in Mobile, Alabama. The New Orleans school for boys was established in 1869, and the Baton Rouge school in 1894.

Today, there are about 1,200 Brothers of the Sacred Heart serving in 32 countries.

Here’s a picture of the Reverend Andre Coindre, founder:

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The Night of the Comet is a Faulkner House Staff Pick for May!

Thanks to Faulkner House Books of New Orleans for choosing The Night of the Comet as their staff pick for May.

If you haven’t visited Faulkner House Books yet, you should. Travel and Leisure Magazine lists it as one of the best bookstores in America.

I’d up that, and call it one of the best bookstores in the world.

The Book of Miracles

I’ve posted illustrations from the fantastic 16th century “The Book of Miracles” before. The manuscript is in the news lately because a new reproduction of it has just been published, with commentary, by Taschen Books. It got a write-up in the New York Review of Books a few days ago.

Briefly, The Book of Miracles was created in Augsburg (now in Germany) around 1550. The color illustrations depict “wondrous and often eerie celestial phenomena, constellations, conflagrations, and floods as well as other catastrophes and occurrences” (Taschen). Several comets appear in the book, which is why I happened to come across it. It reminds me of the old Ripley’s “Believe it or Not!” series, only it’s better.

Below are some images from the book that I’ve pulled from the Taschen website. Enjoy!

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Book Signing at the Jackson Assembly Antiques and Art Show 2

Here are some pictures from my book signing today in Jackson, La.

This is Dan, the Jackson policeman, directing traffic for the Antiques Show:

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Here’s the hall where the show was held:

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And what do you know! It’s my first grade school teacher, Ms. Shirley Legget:

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Ms. Legget and I haven’t seen each other since I was in the first grade. The weird thing is that neither of us has changed in forty years.

And look who else! The barber who used to cut my hair when I was a boy:

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He hasn’t changed, either.

The old Jackson bank:

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What’s left of Centenary College. The guide told me it was the largest college in the South before the Civil War. I know, I didn’t believe it, either.

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Bobbie’s Drive-In. They were working on the ice cream machine when I was there. Yes, that’s right: the very same ice cream machine as when I was a boy.

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Au revoir, Jackson!

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Book Signing at the Jackson Assembly Antiques and Art Show

I’m looking forward to revisiting Jackson, LA, my boyhood home, for a book signing this Saturday at the annual Jackson Assembly Antiques and Art Show.

Jackson is a town of about 4,000 in East Feliciana Parish. It takes its name from General Andrew Jackson, who’s said to have stopped there at Thompson’s Creek on his way home after his victory over the British at the 1815 Battle of New Orleans.

Here, oddly, is the photo that Google spits up when you type in Jackson, Louisiana. I’d have to say it seems about right, though.

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Jackson is also known as being the home of East Louisiana State Hospital, a large, plantation-style mental hospital that opened in 1848 as the State Insane Asylum. It continues to operate there today, although on a much smaller scale.

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Times-Picayune with Local Authors at Home

If you ever wondered what I look like in my pajamas . . .

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This week the New Orleans Times-Picayune is featuring four local authors who are in the Tennessee Williams Festival. Here’s my bit on working at home:

Author George Bishop Jr., A Speaker at This Week’s Tennessee Williams Fest, on the ‘Voodoo’ Involved in the Writing Process

Special to NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune
March 18, 2014

This week, four New Orleans-based authors — all speakers at the 2014 Tennessee Williams New Orleans Literary Festival — will contribute essays on writing at home, examining how the trappings of their work spaces and the views from their windows help bring forth the words. On Monday, Zachary Lazar shared his thoughts. Today: George Bishop Jr. Coming up this week: Thomas Beller and Rebecca Snedeker.

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Any honest writer will tell you that what we do is incredibly boring. Sitting for hours hunched over a laptop, not talking to anyone, hardly moving anything but your fingers while you diddle with words: it’s not what a normal person would call fun. It’s also a lonely job, and difficult, and awfully daunting. What if you sit down to write and nothing comes? Or what if you do manage to write something but no one likes it? Or what if, believing your worst critics, you begin to think that maybe you’re wasting your time, that you really are just a talentless hack?

To face down all the tedium and uncertainty of writing, we authors do what we can to make the work as painless as possible. For me, this means good air, good light, a comfortable chair. I write in my pajamas, in the morning, with lots of coffee. The building where I live was built in 1900 as a residence for retired priests, which strikes me as especially appropriate for what I do. It’s quiet here, with lots of wood and windows. I live on the second floor, and if I look up from my computer, I can see the tops of trees. I put on classical music while I work, and then — this is odd, I know — I’ll put in earplugs, too.

I like to surround myself with reminders of my travels: Turkish rugs, Indian prayer shawls, a Japanese tea chest, prints from Shanghai, pillows from Azerbaijan, carvings from Bali. My desk is an antique dining room table that came from England by way of a used furniture store in Hollywood. My favorite pen is an old German Pelikan I found in a bazaar in Istanbul. And I have my books, too, of course, all the ones I’ve read and the ones I’m going to. I think of them as my guides and protectors, good friends keeping me company while I write.

It’s all voodoo, I know. These furnishings are really just charms to ward off despair and invite inspiration. But when it works — and it does often enough — I’m rewarded with the best prize possible: that beautiful escape we all yearn for as writers and readers.

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George Bishop Jr., a Louisiana native, is the author of “Letter to My Daughter” (Ballantine Books, 2010) and “The Night of the Comet (Ballantine Books, 2013). In a past life, he starred as Murphy Gilcrease, the teenage vampire, in the 1988 New World Pictures release “Teen Vamp.”

At the festival, Bishop will moderate a panel discussion titled “Not Even Past: Southern History in Contemporary Fiction” Friday, March 21 at 4 p.m. in the Hotel Monteleone, Queen Anne Ballroom.

Tennessee Williams Festival 2014

I’m looking forward to moderating a panel next Friday at the Tennessee Williams Festival here in New Orleans. I’ll be talking with a wonderful and eclectic group of authors:
Bill Cheng, Kiese Laymon, Valerie Martin, and Kent Wascom.

More info here: Tennessee Williams Festival

And here’s Marlon Brando shouting “Hey, Stella!” in Mr. Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire”: