The writer Amanda Davis died in a plane crash on Friday, along with her parents. The McSweeney’s website is hosting a sort of memorial this week. I haven’t read her novel yet, but I liked her short story collection very much. This is a terrible loss.
- Davis’s eerily titled novel Wonder When You’ll Miss Me, about a troubled teenager name Faith Duckle, came out to strong reviews last month. The author had left Malaprop’s in Asheville and gotten on a plane with her father, who had been flying her to all her events, bound for McIntyre’s, in Pittsboro, North Carolina.
She was supposed to arrive in New York shortly after and meet with Morrow publicist Claire Greenspan Monday night, who was to have prepped her for what the publisher calls Davis’s “New York Week” – readings at B&N Astor Place and Housing Works, among other appearances. But her plane never made it Friday evening.
Greenspan was one of the last people to talk to Davis; the author had called her publicist as she was getting on the fateful flight. “It’s all just very surreal. Things just don’t happen this way,” Greenspan said today, recalling how she spoke to Davis during her tour “about eight times a day.” Talking with Greenspan, one thing was clear (at of course too high a price): how the sometimes frayed and superficial bond between author and publicist can often be warm and deep.
Davis, a Bread Loaf fellow and Paris Review contributor, was very connected to literary scenes on both coasts. Many of her tour stops will go on as scheduled, with other authors and her friends readings her work, including the Bay Area’s Daniel Handler, who will read at A Clean Well-Lighted Place.