I love radio. It’s intimate and personal. It’s a baseball game coming right into your den or office and straight into your imagination. Or it’s music or a political conversation coming right into your car as you go to work or the store. Radio, done right, is a private chat between the announcers or the hosts of the show and you — and never mind that tens of thousands of other people are also listening in.
And now I am having the joy of promoting my little Zelda book on the radio. I’ve been on stations in Detroit, Washington D.C., and on two shows syndicated around the country. “Zelda, The Queen of Paris,” I am happy to report, is adding an entirely new chapter to her magical odyssey. She started life as a wild, charming and thoroughly scruffy street dog in India, then she became the toast of Paris and Italy, and she spent her final days in California Wine Country. And now Zelda is becoming a hit on American radio. What a girl! What great karma she has! And in one recent radio appearance, I got a good chuckle when I told the story of how Zelda began life eating garbage in New Delhi and wound up eating croissants in Paris — but only if the croissants were from her favorite bakery and came straight out of the oven. Yes, in Paris Zelda the foul little Indian street dog turned into a food snob! How perfect is that?