During the 30 years since committed literarian Mitchell Kaplan founded it, the Miami Book Fair has established itself as the preeminent bibliophile bacchanal in the States. It’s a stellar event, a place to knock heads with some of the best writers in the world — and enjoy the balmy weather just as winter begins to suck the sap out of the usual climates that harbor bookish types.
Except this year, the subtropics delivered torrential downpours. And I was coming from California, where, as your mother warned you, it never rains. Continue reading