This week is probably going to be another slow one for Three Percent, but for good reason. Bragi Olafsson is in town and we’ve stacked up a number of events and readings, beginning tonight. Here’s his official schedule:
Reading and Discussion on
Monday, October 6th, 8pm
Karpeles Manuscript Library
220 North St.
Reading the World Conversation Series
with Bragi and Lytton Smith
Tuesday, October 7th, 6pm
Rush Rhees Library
University of Rochester
(Tuesday morning we’ll also be on WHAM 13 again, which we’ll post as soon as possible. I’m convinced that this is the only TV in America that has had literary authors from Croatia and Iceland on their morning program in one month.)
Bragi Olafsson and Dubravka Ugresic
Wednesday, October 8th, 7pm
52 Prince St.
New York, NY
Idlewild Lunchtime Series: Bragi Olafsson
Thursday, October 9th, 12:30 PM
12 W 19th St. (near 5th Ave.)
New York, NY
Bragi Olafsson in conversation with Mark Binelli
Thursday, October 9th, 7 pm
536 West 112th St.
New York, NY
Bragi Olafsson and Bill Holm
Saturday, October 11th
Twin Cities Book Festival
Minneapolis Community & Technical College
Reading and Discussion with Bragi
Tuesday, October 14th, 7:30 pm
Elliot Bay Book Co.
101 South Main St.
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