August Lady Jane’s Salon & June Recap

The August Salon welcomes five fabulous guest readers. Returning to the Salon stage: Dee Davis, Mingmei Yip, and Janet Mullany. Appearing for the first time will be Kathleen O’Reilly and Ken Salikof W/A Maxine Kenneth.

Event details are:

Monday, August 1st, 7-9 PM, Madame X (Top Bar)
Admission: $5 or 1 gently used romance novel. Proceeds support an end-of-year donation to a NYC women’s charity. Cash bar

Lastly but not least-ly, for those of you who were unable to join us in June for our special salon event welcoming The Romance Writers of America conference attendees to The Big Apple, you did indeed miss a treat! Laurie Kahn and crew, the Emmy award winning team of Blueberry Hill Productions, was on hand to film the event from start to finish for The Popular Romance Project, a documentary film project focused on romance fiction. The project is funded by the National Endowment for the Humanities, Mass Humanities, Romance Writers of America, and the Tavris Fund at Brandeis University/Women’s Studies Research Center.

They couldn’t have chosen a better night. The house was packed to breathing room only status with writers, agents and editors, and romance readers from across the country. The program, extended by one hour, did not disappoint: six great guest readers including Popular Romance Project adviser, Fordham University professor of English, and New York Times bestselling romance author, Eloisa James. Please stay tuned for videos of a truly special night.

Confessions of a Lady Jane’s Salon Virgin by author Louisa Edwards

I’d love to talk about how froid my sang was at the prospect of reading from my new contemporary romance in front of a crowd of smart, savvy Salon regulars in a bar in the West Village. I write fiction for a living; I could definitely spin you a tale about laughing carelessly in the face of public speaking, or how I just threw on whatever dress came to hand and definitely didn’t try on multiple outfits or take an extra shower to get my hair looking right.

But I’m not going to lie. I was freaking out. I practiced the section I’d painstakingly chosen over and over. I thought about what I’d say when I got up there, the points I needed to hit. And then it was my turn and Ron Hogan, our emcee, ushered me up those stairs and onto that little balcony stage.

Nearly every second I spent up there is a blur. I can only hope I pronounced my own name correctly, much less the title of my book, On the Steamy Side. I know for a fact that I forgot to mention it was hitting bookstores the very next day! I’m pretty sure I read the right section, but my main memory is of how hot it was under the lights.

And then . . . something kind of magical happened. I know, that sounds lame. But there was this moment, as I got to the banter between the hero and the heroine, and I read a line of dialogue that always makes me smile—and the crowd laughed.

I looked up from the book I’d been clutching hard enough to make my fingers ache. I stared out over the upturned faces of my listeners, perched on couches and poufs, sprawled on the floor and standing by the bar, and realized they were all smiling with me. They were engaged and interested and present in the moment, right alongside me.

And all of a sudden, my nerves evaporated.

What was there to be nervous about? I wasn’t on some random stage in front of strangers! No. I’d stumbled into a room filled with kindred spirits, romance readers and writers and aficionados, just like me. I was home.

That’s the magic of Lady Jane’s Salon. It’s a safe place, a sanctuary for those of us who don’t believe that a fondness for happily-ever-afters makes us stupid. It’s also a way to expand our world and discover new writers, as I did when I got my turn in the audience, gazing raptly up as the fiercely intelligent Cara Elliot and the lovely, frank, funny Mingmei Yip took to the stage.

I can’t wait to go back to Lady Jane’s Salon, to experience that energy and enthusiasm for the genre I love, and that sense of community and camaraderie I miss during my solitary writing hours. And while I’ll probably still choose my next reading—and my outfit—with care, I won’t be afraid.

Louisa

Petals from the Sky by Mingmei Yip

I’m so excited that I’ll be talking and reading at Lady Jane’s Salon about my new novel Petals from the Sky! First, I must say a big thank you to Leanna Renne Hieber for inviting me and giving very valuable advice.

PFS is a poignant love story about a would-be Buddhist nun. Although there have been Buddhist nuns for 2,500 years, their stories are little known in the West.

During my event at Lady Jane, I’ll talk about how my life in Hong Kong with my dysfunctional family and later training in the arts and Buddhism inspired my two novels. After the reading, I’ll also play the guqin, the ancient Chinese musical instrument featured in my first novel, Peach Blossom Pavilion, the story of the last Chinese geisha, or courtesan, who was also a poet, musician, painter and calligrapher.

I learned about the lives of Buddhist nuns from the inside. In my youth, I was befriended by a powerful nun in Hong Kong and groomed to be her successor because of my art and academic background.

A few Buddhist nuns spend their lives in solitary meditation on remote mountains. Yet others are billionaire fund-raisers running multinational organizations and hobnobbing with high society — such as the abbess portrayed in my novel, whom I refer to as a “business nun.”

Girls become Buddhist nuns for several different reasons: Some feel an intense religious calling. Others have been wounded in their love life and want to find a refuge from an uncaring world. Most unlucky are those so poor their families cannot afford the extra bowl of rice to feed them. Some parents also believe that “donating” a daughter to a monastery will bring them merit.

I had a different reason for almost becoming a nun. The arcane philosophy of Buddhism, the esoteric rituals, such as the mudra (sacred hand gestures) that I now perform professionally — and the beautiful yet bald-headed and loose-robed nuns — just seemed to me the coolest things in the world. I craved to enter the rich and mysterious special world within the “empty gate” as nunneries are called.

My nun mentor, an accomplished artist herself, liked me because since my youth, I’d been trained in the four literary arts of poetry, music, painting and calligraphy. When I received my PhD from the University of Paris, Sorbonne, I was deemed perfect to be a head nun. In that era, few nuns had been to college and to have studied abroad was quite rare.

It was not until my late thirties that I ran into my future American husband whom I met in a Buddhist conference.

I still remember my mentor’s words to me right after she agreed to organize a Buddhist wedding for me, the first of its kind held in Hong Kong. Smiling somewhat bitterly, she said, “Tell your husband that he’s stolen you from us!”

Visit: www.mingmeiyip.com

Mingmei will be reading at the March 1st Salon along with Louisa Edwards and Cara Elliot!