Last weekend I went to speak at the Harrogate Crime Festival and I just want to take the opportunity to reiterate my love for literary festivals.
For a start,books everywhere. Books that aren’t in the bookshop yet. Wonderful books. And authors too. Just chatting away with everyone and anyone.
And no-one stops you talking about books. In the outside world, books aren’t always a welcome topic of conversation. The chances are if you say ‘I like to read’ you get answered with ‘I don’t have time to read’ or ‘I prefer the real world’ or ‘I find books boring’. (Pro-tip – anyone who says any of those things should be avoided. You should definitely not date them). But at a book festival, you can talk about books for hours and no one tells you to change the subject or accuses you of being a pseudo-intellectual or says you’re being boring.
You can discuss Terry Pratchett as crime author or the effect of the rise of Gothic on crime tales or the gloriousness of Wilkie Collins’ heroines or the minutiae of Sherlock Holmes stories or the influence of Joyce on modern fiction and everyone’s loves it.
For people like you and me, a literary festival is a happy place. If you’ve never been to one, try it. Your life will be transformed.
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