Reading an article in New York Magazine about Jonathan Franzen and David Foster Wallace (http://nymag.com/print/?/arts/books/features/jeffrey-eugenides-2011-10/), I came across this mention of an encounter between Franzen and Peter Carey:
"He was sharing a stage with the Australian-born novelist Peter Carey, who had won the Booker Prize for Oscar and Lucinda. Franzen
arrived in a college friend’s vintage Volvo in six-degree weather, with
Wallace hitching a ride. “Carey arrived in a limousine from the Ritz.”
The bookstore’s employees “had clearly never heard of me,” Franzen says.
All of Carey’s books were on display, while a customer asking for
Franzen’s previous novel was told to check the shelves under F."
Funny stuff! It would be a different story now, of course, but it's still a wonderful scene to contemplate.