I’m off to Jaipur for the Literature Festival–19th to the 21st, list of events here–tomorrow morning, in the company of a blarney of bloggers, lucky old me. (Insert alternate suggestion for collective noun for bloggers here: a bloodletting of bloggers, a bloat of bloggers…)
The list of participants includes:
Salman Rushdie, Kiran Desai, Baby Halder, William Dalrymple, Suketu Mehta, Kiran Nagarkar, Amit Chaudhuri, Christopher Kremmer, John Zubrzycki, Bhanu Bharti, Seemantini, Anupam Mishra, Ashok Vajpeyi, Jerry Pinto, Ira Pande, Shashi Deshpande, Feryal Ali Gauhar, Sheen Kaaf Nizam, Ravi Singh, Marc Parent, David Godwin, Keki Daruwalla, Paro Anand, Atanu Roy, Dr. Hari Krishna Devsare, Jugal Mody, Jeet Thayil, Jane Bhandari.
Which means much enjoyment will be had by all. Especially since Jaipur’s Lit Fest departs from the bizarre but persistent Indian belief that the thing to do when you get a bunch of writers together is to get them onto six-member panels discussing incredibly boring subjects. Instead, they believe that the thing to do with writers is to let them talk to the audience. Heresy, I know, but it should be fun.