Got libations? Survival gear, including ibuprofen and rehydration tablets?
Ready. Set. Let it shake!!!!!
…900 authors from all over the San Francisco Bay Area, the U.S., and the world.
Friday marks the 15th anniversary of Litquake, the best literary festival on the Left Coast. Sell-out shows include “The Best of Craigslist,” where writers give dramatic readings of found literature culled from REAL posts on Craigslist. I’ve got tickets.
I’ll also be at “Drivel,” where some rather famous writers read some of their less-than-stellar prose.
Who could resist?
Interested in poetry? Try “A Flight of Poets” or maybe “Dark and Stormy: Contemporary Swedish Poetry.”
Adventure travel? “Into the Wilderness” or “Bicycle book tours,” depending on what your idea of adventure and travel really is.
Sci-fi? Try “Into Tomorrow.”
Something from the heart? Try “Tales of Love and Longing,” “Hot Flash Fiction,” or “Family Secrets.”
Something edgy? Try “Walk on the Wild Side.”
Need to feed you inner chef? Try “Sausages and Syrah.”
The opening night party on Friday, October 10, will be celebrated quinceañera-style. Think pink taffeta and a shot or two of tequila. Oh, and don’t forget your tiara.
On the last night, October 18, the world’s largest Lit Crawl commences, 101 events in three hours.
See you there!
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Some years ago Philip Roth despaired at the dwindling number of what he called ‘real’ readers left in the United States, readers committed to reading serious books written by serious writers.
Back in the Day
By some arcane system of his own devising Roth came up with an exact figure, one which I forget, but by his calculations there were only somewhere around five thousand of these ‘real’ readers left in the country.
Roth was reaching a point in his career where he was finding it harder and harder to see the point in writing books anymore. He also was mourning the loss, I think, in the importance of books and literature in American cultural life. But then Philip Roth has gone through several periods throughout his long and storied career (the awards he has received by themselves take up one full page on his bio sheet) when he was in despair over the nature of the book business.
Who could blame him?
Depending on who’s doing the telling, serious literature has been in serious decline for pretty much ever, a victim of benign neglect or communal and/or commercial indifference. And as many now know, Roth finally gave up writing altogether a couple years ago, and recently gave up (or so he says) reading, too.
Philip Roth threw this ‘five thousand readers’ number around for some time until a friend pointed out to him that while five thousand might not seem like a lot, if he was to line up all those people and have them pass one at a time through his living room, while he shook each of them by the hand, that by the time he got to the end of that line, Roth — any writer, for that matter — likely would be reduced to tears.
Neglect, I guess, is in the eye of the beholder. Continue reading