Not content with imagining a bookshop, I need to dream a little about my imaginary book festival. As Amanda Craig said on her blog recently, everyone seems to think they should run a festival of sorts these days. And they don’t always do it well.
That’s the part I don’t get. If you ask people round for dinner, most hosts don’t go out of their way to ignore the guests. So what’s different running a festival? It’s surely just one big dinner party or children’s party or whatever?
I’m too lazy to go ahead with anything like a book festival, but the idea really appeals. Shows how lacking in originality I am; having the same dream as countless other well-meaning idiots. I’d also find it too stressful, but I would want to offer any visiting authors all the comforts of home to keep them happy (and me popular).
Or maybe I just expand a little on my literary Tupperware party? Come and talk about yourself and your books in my living room over some nibbles and wine, with some book sales at the end. Some of the time I even have a spare bed to offer.
6 responses so far ↓
Declan // November 7, 2009 at 9:48 |
I’d go to that festival. I’d even sleep on the floor if you gave me enough wine.
Cheers, Dec
bookwitch // November 7, 2009 at 10:49 |
You’d probably have to.
Hmm, Karlsson & Carlsson… That could work.
adele geras // November 7, 2009 at 12:20 |
I’ve been chez Bookwitch for one of those so-called Tupperware parties and can vouch for the completely delicious ‘nibbles.’ And the friendly welcome and the book sales. Go for it, Bookwitch!
Katherine Langrish // November 7, 2009 at 13:47 |
I’d be up for it…
Debi Gliori // November 9, 2009 at 14:34 |
Count me in. I’d even help chop vegetables for the soup. There would be soup, wouldn’t there?
bookwitch // November 10, 2009 at 9:39 |
Soup..? Yes, I suppose to dunk the custard creams in. Meg Rosoff requires custard creams.
Authors!! Just look at Declan; he’s happy to get drunk on wine and sleep it off on the floor. I can tell the menu will have to be varied.