Margaret Mahy Memorial Lecture, by Elizabeth Knox
An Unreal House Filled with Real Storms
I am a pretty gregarious person. I approach people at events; I call people on the phone. (When left on my own for more than a few hours, I go mad and start serenading my pet rats.) I am a natural networker, and literary events like writers festivals are like catnip to me: I get to talk to other readers, to meet authors I’ve read and discover others I’d like to read, to buy books and get them freshly signed. Having a media pass is even better − I get to interview people, hobnob with celebrities, and tune my curious book-reviewing brain to live events. My usual festival MO is to constantly make myself available for interesting conversations.
When Elizabeth Knox’s lecture ended, I did none of these things. I couldn’t wait to get out of the…
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