The Sunday Salon: Danzy Senna

Every year, my college hosts a small Writers’ Festival in the spring. Over our storied history, we’ve pulled some amazing authors—I would have loved to have seen Margaret Atwood, Joyce Carol Oates, and Junot Diaz when they came. The panels the Writers’ Festival puts on are uniformly lovely, especially the Q & A from last year, despite it being sidetracked by a girl asking (with increasing desperation) for advice about her vampire novel. This year, for our 40th Writers’ Festival, one of our own has come back to roost—Jennifer Nettles from Sugarland, who’s an alumna. (Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the Sugarland video for “Settlin’” in high school? You can barely see me and they threw twelve pizzas at two hundred kids afterwards. I did not eat that day.) Because of her star power, tickets were required to get into any event featuring her; being lazy and not the greatest fan of poetry, I decided to attend the reading of our visiting novelist, Danzy Senna.

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