The programme for the Edinburgh International Book Festival is finally here. I’d waited so impatiently and for so long, and then in the end I got my dates muddled and thought it was today. Turns out it was yesterday, which meant that all that time last night when I’d intended to be doing other things, I was mentally moving between tents in Charlotte Square. In the sunshine, obviously. The sun always shines.
And speaking of him, I’d quite like for Son to get off his Erasmus year bottom and go and find a flat for me to stay in when the time comes. (I mean, please can we come and stay with you, dear? We’ll be as good as it’s possible for us to be.)
Are times hard? Yes, I know they are. More of a rhetorical question. I wasn’t counting in the main programme, but I felt a distinct shortage of author events in the children’s programme. There are many ‘generic’ events. I don’t know how things are financed, but if the publishers pay for their protégés to attend, I can understand if authors are thinner on the square. Or for that matter, if the festival finances every move authors make, then saving on the children’s events is one solution.
Last year we had to make hard decisions on who to miss when people clashed. I don’t think that will be a problem this time.
In fact, it wasn’t until I read through the schools’ programme as well that I found enough authors to satisfy my needs. Can I manage to look like a school, and sneak in? I shouldn’t highlight anyone here, but I’ll just say a small hurrah for Simmone Howell who’s coming all the way from Australia.
I’ll have to sit down properly and do my logistics now. Unlike last year they have been open about press tickets for children’s events. Then I was dismayed to find that hardly any of them were available, so had to do some negotiating on the side. Basically, if you’re not Francesca Simon, you’ll not have the reporters flocking to your ‘thing’.
But I’ll flock as best as I can.