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Farewell, Ye Writers
Posted October 27th, 2008 by Anonymous
Could there be a better setting for a literary festival than Granville Island in autumn? (Rhetorical question; don't answer.)
With the breathtaking vista of fall leaves and False Creek in the background, VIWF hosted 69 events and almost one hundred authors (cribbing Lachlan's math) in less than a week. Incredible! There were some wonderful literary moments, some tense moments, some moving moments, and plenty of funny moments, but for me the strongest moment occurred during the couple of hours I spent at and but also, a tribute to David Foster Wallace, already well-covered textually by Lalo Espejo and aurally by Anu Sahota.
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Twittersilence | listening | letting go
Posted October 27th, 2008 by Lachlan Murray
(Authors Anne Simpson, Patrick Lane, Daphne Marlatt, and moderator Genni Gunn)
The 2008 Writers Festival is over and, well, I'm a bit wiped.
“Kaleidoscopic Nightmares”
Posted October 26th, 2008 by Lachlan Murray
(Author Russell Wangersky in conversation with Mark Forsythe)
As the audience was standing to leave following Burning Down the House the woman in front of me said, "I've been to eight events. This was the most riveting."
and but also
Posted October 26th, 2008 by AnonymousOn Friday night, writers and readers congregated at the Granville Island Hotel for and but also - an evening of readings and reminicises in honour of writer David Foster Wallace, who committed suicide in September.
Austin Clarke, cornered.
Posted October 25th, 2008 by AnonymousFollowing last night's David Foster Wallace tribute, I had hoped to go straight home to bed with a hot water bottle and my new mackinaw lap robe, but as fellow blogger Nikki pointed out, it was only 11 pm and contrary to my preferred lifestyle, I am not eighty years old. Enlivened by the reminder, Nikki and I made a plucky dash to the hospitality suite of the Granville Island Hotel in search of conversation and cut vegetables. How nice to have found both, and Austin Clarke, too.
