Bookfest Bedlam by Fran Brady

Over 800 authors from over 45 countries in 750 events for adults, teens and children.’ That’s straight out of the Edinburgh Book Festival programme, which looks more like a heavy-duty glossy mag than an events list.

If you live within striking distance of Scotland’s ancient and beautiful capital city and you like/love/read/write books, then there is no keeping away in August. Charlotte Square Gardens, in the west end of the New Town, becomes a tented village with auditoria, bookshops, coffee/ booze/ food outlets, picnic tables, benches and loungers on the grass in the middle of the square, posters of authors who have graced the Square with their presence over decades. Names like Muriel Spark, Solzhenitsyn, Brendan Behan . . . And more lately, Alexander McCall Smith, Ian Rankin and J K Rowling (all three of them residents of Edinburgh today). Sounds idyllic.

Except that this is Scotland and it does rain quite a lot, stopping for some fog and wind occasionally. I have sat in sessions where the interviewer and author have had to shout to be heard above the rain thrumming on the canvas roof; I have felt as if the whole tent - chairs, table, author, water-jug, lectern and all - was about to be scooped skywards on the (strongly) prevailing wind; but I have also fallen asleep in the stifling, greenhouse-like heat of a tent on a real summer’s day. We have it all, sometimes all in one day.

Every so often, the cry goes up for a new venue, a proper building, all indoors, sheltered from the vagaries of the Scottish summer. But then, we all remember how much we love the leafy quadrangle, the duckboard paths across the muddy grass, the wee yellow plastic ducks swimming in the larger puddles. Above all the sense of stepping through the pavement foyer into another world, a magic, once-a-year one, where the book is king and the talk is all of what authors have said and readers have read. Elderly folks snooze on deckchairs beside the statue of Prince Albert on a horse - the impressive centrepiece of the Square - newly-bought, author-signed books slipping out of nerveless hands.
Children issue forth from an hour with their favourite author, clutching things they have made or written or drawn or bought, a gaggle of excited voices and wriggling bodies. Wonderful to see that every generation, even this tech-saturated, over-entertained one, still loves a good book and the thrill of meeting its writer.
Me? I’m booked for six events:
‘The Brontës in their own Voices’ with Juliet Barker (and my granddaughters who are period-drama mad)
 ‘Culloden, the Battle and the Myths’, with historian, Murray Pittock
 ‘Play with Putin at your Peril’, with former ATO Deputy Supreme Allied Commander Europe, (now, there’s a tongue-twisting title) Richard Shirreff (and my husband, who loves political stuff)
 ‘The Fountain of Eternal Youth’ with Erica Jong launching her new novel, ‘Fear of Dying’ (because I'll never forget 'reading 'Fear of Flying' in the 70s).
 Sarah Leipeiger with ‘The Mountain can Wait ' and Ron Rash with ‘Above the Waterfall’ , both wide-open-spaces novels.
And I’ll probably succumb to a couple of others that have cancellation tickets available at the last minute. Then there’s the free late-night gig in the pub tent, with authors doing stand-up and Indy bands showcasing . . . Plus my writing group’s now-traditional, posh, pot-luck picnic at one of the tables provided. Amazingly we have never been rained off, though it has been touch and go sometimes.
If you’re anywhere near Edinburgh this month, don’t miss it. And look out for me. I might even buy you a coffee!
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Fran Brady has been writing for ten years and has three published novels for grown-ups, a novella for children and a laptop full of short stories, monologues and poems, the result of being a member of two writing groups. She also edits WordWise, the quarterly magazine of the Scottish Fellowship of Christian Writers.
She is, among other things, currently working on finishing and planning the marketing for her fourth novel, which is set in the Hebrides in the 1920s. 


JO said…
I trekked all the way up from deepest Wiltshire a few years ago (not literally, I used the train) and it was wonderful. It's a terrific festival.
Wendy H. Jones said…
I'm looking forward to the Book Festival as well. Hopefully I will bang in to you.
Anonymous said…
Thanks for your refreshingly straight talk on this amazing topic .
Author in Los Angeles
Dennis Hamley said…
I spent a heady two weeks at the Book festival in 2007. I managed to see most things worth seeing (some very hard choices there), went to a few launches (including, memorably, for Julia Donaldson's 'Tiddler')and even had a short conversation, rather one-sided, with Ian Rankin, so it was a not easily forgotten experience. I stayed with Linda Strachan (heavily involved in the Festival) and her family. But my most abiding memory is of great heat and wall-to-wall sunshine. More like Bologna than Edinburgh. Just lucky, I guess.

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