in my madness, as I always know where to find every piece of paper. The marked pillow is a fitting signboard that reads: It’s not a mess. It’s called character.
And I also got two bars of 100% Natural Saint Lucian Organic Chocolate, ‘Handcrafted from bean to bar’, made right here in Belvedere, Canaries by Maria Jackson.
Like Mae asked, I did purchase a copy of Mike’s book – even though he promised me one. But the line that night to get his signature was too long. I opted instead to bless the The bookYard’s future watering hole with the bottled likeness of the blood of Christ.
I also left The bookYard with an exercise book – obviously aimed at popularizing the place among tomorrow’s writers at an early stage in their lives.
Indeed, I left The bookYard happy. Alone on my way home after my first night out where most there had first heard the story of when and how Michael first rowed his boat ashore, I couldn’t help but hum Harry Belafonte’s fitting song of the same name -- and sigh at the end of each chorus: “Halleluiah!”
Now I’ll make time to go to Mike’s home or office for his autograph . . . THE BOOK: At 20 chapters in 120 pages, Michael Chastanet’s book ‘Room at the Top’ is so short and interesting you’ll read it in less than a day. Hearing the words from Mike’s mouth through the ten tongues of his own fingers is an experience like no other. You will certainly want to recommend the book to those interested in the understandably enviable story of a ninth-born who became Number One!
That evening I wasn’t the only one sharing a state secret. I would learn that Derek Walcott and Bernard Theobalds (also present that night) had also been informed they were to enter the National Hall of Fame tomorrow (February 28th). The bard and the engineer are each of Mike’s type in their own way, both having climbed the long ladders to the top of their respective vocations. They were now to receive the highest honours at the first investiture ceremony since Saint Lucia was granted the right to name its own knights and dames. Like me for my 40 years of chronicling as a chronic chronicler, they too had been able to keep that shared state secret buried deep within – and without choking.
Michael Chastanet (far left) signs copies of his book at saturday’s launch at the bookYard.