Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Richard Dawkins Tour Journal Entry: 17th October 2006
I'm in my New York hotel room, rather apprehensive about the Colbert Report this evening. All my American friends go out of their way to tell he is not what he seems: he is playing a character. Well, yes, I understand that. But I don't find it very helpful. How am I actually supposed to deal with him? If he really was a right wing loony I'd know how to handle him. But how do you handle somebody who is only pretending to be a right wing loony, given that he interrupts just like a right wing loony and doesn't let you get a word in edgeways just like a right wing loony? Well, my friends say, just be yourself. Oh fine, that makes it easy, just be yourself! How can you be yourself when you know the other fellow is not being himself?
I've been too busy travelling, to update this journal since Stratford. Travelling a lot. The British tour consisted mostly of readings with Lalla, in London, Cambridge and Birmingham. The tour ended in Cheltenham, with an on-stage conversation with Robert Winston, he of the Groucho Marx moustache and glasses. Throughout, there were lots of interviews with radio, television and newspapers. Those went OK, except that there is a certain sameness about the questions and therefore -- inevitably -- about the answers.
I think the readings went reasonably well, and there were good questions in all three places. The format is the same whenever we do it, and it has been for several books now. Lalla and I read from the book. Then she sits down and I take questions. It seems to work, and people seem to like the two voice formula.
The first event, in London, was the best. Terrific audience, very responsive, lots of laughs. Cambridge was a little stickier. They seemed less ready to laugh, although they were very attentive, and the signing queue was friendly and enthusiastic. Perhaps we were spoiled by the experience the previous night with the London audience. Also there were no microphones in Cambridge. That's OK, we could be heard, but it is a bit more of a strain having to shout, and it means you can't indulge the occasional dramatic whisper, like you can with a good mike. The Birmingham audience was intermediate in responsiveness between London and Cambridge. I was delighted to see Jack Cohen (distinguished biologist and science fiction aficinado) in the signing queue afterwards, and I was immensely chuffed when he compared my style to Peter Medawar's. Great exaggeration, of course, but I am grateful to be so much as MENTIONED in the same sentence as as that great scientific hero.
Cheltenham with Robert Winston was nice. He is a delightful man, warm and friendly, intelligent and articulate. Claims to be religious although, whenever I try to get him to explain, he will talk about morality and rules for living, but never actually talks about whether God exists. Maybe he doesn't really care. Perhaps just being a Jew is what counts for him, rather than bothering about whether God actually exists. I suspect quite a lot of ostensibly religious people are like that. It is something I don't understand. If God existed, it would be the most important fact about the universe. Morals and rules for living are trivial by comparison.
Dinner afterwards in Cheltenham with my British publishers. They are also Robert's publishers, so it was a jolly occasion. The publishers were cock-a-hoop because the God Delusion had just gone straight onto the Sunday Times bestseller list at Number 2 (British publishers regard the Sunday Times list with the same awe as American publishers regard the New York Times list).
Back home for just one day to prepare for my US tour. Then Virgin Atlantic to Washington DC, where I had to change planes for Kansas City. Changing planes was a nightmare. Two hours just isn't enough, given the length of the queue to get through immigration. I made it onto the Kansas plane by the skin of my teeth, and only by dint of PLEADING with unwilling officials at two successive stages to break the rules and lead me, shamefacedly and apologetic, to the head of the line. Then, the last straw, I sprinted to the gate, only to discover that it had just closed. I sprinted to the next gate and pleaded with the man to let me through. He refused at first, but then relented. I was allowed to run across the tarmac and board the plane, with seconds to spare. Amazingly, my luggage made it too. Be warned. Two hours may be enough time to change planes normally. It is NOT enough time when you have to go through Immigration. It was nothing to do with my transatlantic flight being delayed. No, the Virgin flight was on time. You must allow much more than two hours when you are a non-American citizen trying to get through immigration.
Last night was my talk at the University of Kansas at Lawrence. It was not readings, but a lecture with a Keynote presentation. The audience was marvellous. Kansas has been unjustly maligned and traduced. Nearly 2000 people turned up and they were wonderfully enthusiastic, laughing and applauding throughout the lecture, then very good questions afterwards, and they stood to applaud at the end. Where does the myth come from that Kansas is full of religious wingnuts? This was a sophisticated, sceptical, intelligent, educated audience. Just about everybody in the signing queue thanked me for coming and for, implicitly, ignoring Kansas's unjust reputation. If last night was a sample of what the Bible Belt is like, things are much better than I had feared. I came away hugely encouraged. Hands off Kansas. Kansas is OK. No doubt there are religious wingnuts there, and they predictably didn't show up to my lecture. But there are good people there too, and all they need to do is to stand up, recognize each other, and get organized. As I told them last night, Fight the Good Fight.
Richard