Today was the last day of the writers' festival and I managed to get to three sessions, all of which I liked. I think my enjoyment of them was disproportionate to the level of snobbiness I felt for having taken part in each, with the beginning being the snootiest and the ending being the most fun.
The first was a panel of three very nice, well-spoken people who talked about Australian fires (part of the life cycles of the land), Aboriginal art and poetry. Somehow these three all connected in a very intelligent way.
The second was a conversation with two authors of "young adult" fiction and was the session I was most looking forward to. It didn't disappoint me, but it wasn't exactly what I was expecting. I thought they'd be talking more about the lines surrounding non-fiction and autobiography, but actually it was more on the lines between fiction and autobiography -- which, come to think of it, was what the program said. It was quite interesting.
The last was an oration by Richard Glover, whose name I knew I knew from somewhere. I wasn't entirely sure if it was a positive or negative image conjured in my mind (those being the two main reasons I'd remember someone ...), but there weren't any resounding gongs of "retreat!" so I plunged on ahead and was glad I did ... and instantly recognized him for being the host of Thank God It's Friday, which I've seen taped live no fewer than three times previously.
He was a funny speaker and I was excited to learn he's got several books out, which I'm now interested in looking into.
So, overall, it was a lovely day at the writers' festival again. See you next year!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
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