I had the wacky and wonderful experience of meeting Andy
Warhol and James Baldwin on consecutive evenings during an author series I was hosting for a public library. Which do you think was the wacky evening? I will start with that one.
Part I: A Tale of a Wig: Andy Warhol
Part II: Look into My Eyes: James Baldwin (to be published in a few days)
Andy Warhol is signing his latest book of Polaroids at a large bookstore in Manhattan, hundreds of fans pressing around the table. A young man at the edge of the crowd walks slowly behind the table, arm-length from Warhol, adroitly snatches his wig, tosses it to an accomplice waiting near the door. Both run out into the anonymous streets of New York.