So there I am, wandering down Ianou Nicolai with my brand new copy of Wildwood under my arm, musing about how it's probably the only copy in Romania. I don't even want to start reading it, because, I don't care if it's bad! I'm going to love it! Colin Meloy has more twitter followers than David Cook for god's sake, he's the lead singer of a supposedly indie band, and Carson Ellis illustrated this little series of JA books called, oh, Lemony Snicket. The illustrations in Wildwood are so good they HURT. Mr. Meloy was just on NPR's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, so how huge can he get in my world? So, let the book be a piece of non-interest, I'll love it regardless.
I read the first paragraph. It's GENIUS. Also, it invokes this cozy, in, Portland-ness: knitting and coffee and libraries and cutely dressed babies-- all described with a sweet humor, and, yeah, I'm on page two. If I were home, maybe I'd hate it because it's possibly overhyped, but you know, in Bucharest, it's pretty low-key, compared to say, soccer or actually, anything.
I read the back flap. One paragraph each about the author/illustrators. And I discover that Colin Meloy once wrote a letter to Ray Bradbury and that Carson drew when she was little and They. Are. Married.
Carson Ellis, the COOLEST illustrator EVER is MARRIED to Colin Meloy, lead singer of the Decembrists? How can they not kill each other in I'm-more-current-than-you combat?
My version of a creative collaboration? I demonstrated worlds colliding with my hands and Stefan did the explosion sound effects.