Hay Festival 2006

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Hay-on-Wye

I met one of my idols this weekend: Margaret Atwood. It was on Saturday, after a rainy day spent wandering around Hay-on-Wye's many bookstores and watching lectures with writers of varying degrees of fame. Atwood read from her latest book, "The Penelopiad", to an audience of several hundred people. It was impressive how she entered the stage with a smile on her face, immediately joked with the audience and launched into her book without any signs of nervousness or embarrassment. Afterwards, Ms Muffin and I waited for about 20 minutes to get our books signed. I had plans to say a few things to her ("I love your work", etc.) but was dumbstruck by her calm and gentle manner as I approached the table. I barely managed a "thank you".

In contrast to Atwood's talk, Zadie Smith's introduction of George Saunders was a shaky affair, though she quickly made up for her nervousness by asking him very articulate and smart questions. None of us (Kevin, Mr & Ms Muffin) had ever heard of Saunders, but we were sufficiently impressed to leave the tent and roam the little village's bookstores in search of a book of his. We had no luck. We also participated in a "Writer's Question Time", where discussion on writing didn't go past the most obvious questions such as "If I want to be a writer, what do I have to do?" And yesterday, with the sun finally shining down on the Welsh countryside, we sat through a hilarious talk with AA Giles about the English being the most repressed and angry people on the planet (I know a few people who should read his book.) Soon afterwards, we hit the road and arrived in London at 7pm.

What kind of people go to a literary festival? All kinds of people! It's a big family affair, with grandparents buying ice creams for their grandchildren, young couples carrying piles of books, and all types of adults who either love books or survive off them participating in the events. Hay-on-Wye was a very pretty village; we ate some burgers in the castle's courtyard on Saturday and I got to take photos of performance artists dressed in suits, carrying piles of books on their heads. We highly recommed the hotel we stayed in, The Baskerville Arms, and we've already made plans to visit the festival again next year (this time hoping to stay longer and see more talks.)

Comments

[suede.livejournal.com]

Oh I would love to go there one day! A literary festival in such a wonderful place! Too good to be truth.

[greenteablack.livejournal.com]

I wish I lived in a place that looked as beautiful as that.

That's very cool about meeting Margaret Atwood

[la-mascherina.livejournal.com]

I have to confess I have only read Alias Grace, but just loved it! It was sent as a present when I was teaching in Spain and I couldn't wait for my students to bugger off after lessons so I could get stuck in again.
What others do you recommend? Which is your favorite?
The festival sounds great. Who knows, lovely, maybe it will be you up there reading from your work in a few short years. : )


Speaking of hero spotting: Your foretelling of meeting Rufus Wainwright came true in a by proxy way. My mum is visiting here and on Saturday I sent her for half an hour to Virgin records whilst I finished up at work and she only came back to tell me he had leaned over her to get to Frank Sinatra in the sale section. *crushed*

[bookishgal.livejournal.com]

Ohh me=jealous!! That sounds like a lovely time. I like Margarent Atwood a lot.

[kibean16.livejournal.com]

I was forbidden to click the link you posted.

I also forget that there are places on earth that look as beautiful as that picture.

[littlelamb.livejournal.com]

oh damn. that's awesome. i wish i'd have been able to go. one day, uk, i'll move back to you!

[beeorkendurkey.livejournal.com]

I've got The Robber Bride here somewhere. Feel like I should have read something of hers by now, most especially with your love for her. That sounds like it would have been a very refreshing meeting. Having her be so casual and cool about everything.

The link for "little village bookstores" is the cutest picture I've seen in a long while. Criminy, who wouldn't want to browse titles there? Stupid people, that's who. This entire place looks like such a quaint, charming little town. Did the literaries take it over and make it all crazy and partied in? Damn bookies and their boozing and whoring. They're a wild lot.

[damiella.livejournal.com]

Margaret Atwood is one of my favorites. She is such an amazing writer. You are so lucky you got to meet her!