Our excitement and dreams of meeting the man who wrote and published over 30 titles including novels, young readers short fictional stories, history and travelogues, were shattered when we met him yesterday evening. he was cold and intractable. he even asked for money to do the interview even though we told him weeks prior and just before the interview that we were students.
The worst part of all is that Lorraine deleted the footage in error. I promised never to call on that man EVER again, but, I swallowed my pride and called him after 8 this morning, explained my plight and requested to do another interview, to which he graciously said yes.
Poor Lorraine, she feels awful, but I am far from mad with her. I think things happen for a reason. My plan is to improve on the interview. I neglected to ask him about Jean de Boissière's slave/lover Zuzule who is the grand mother of the owner of the Boissière House around the Queen's park Savannah. So next Monday afternoon I will be sure to get his take on Madam Zuzule; who I have developed a strange post humus connection with.
Sly.
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