As my plane lands in Winnipeg on a sunny windy September afternoon,
2011 -- must be my church-going, Mennonite background – I want to
burst into song. I’ve got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart…
Any writer knows the toll writing a novel takes on one’s social
life. Writing is a solitary business. But for this fabulous weekend
at least, I will not only get to unveil my novel, Kalila, I
will belong to a community of writers, some whom I’ve never met;
others whom I’ve idolized for years. Minutes later, I’m whisked
off by the festival’s fabulous personal taxi service. I drop my
bags in my chic room, and head for the Writers’ Lounge.
How to describe my days at Thin Air? Intoxicating. Invigorating.
Inspirational. Heart-bursting. The recurring astonishment: worlds
that we writers spent so long narrating into existence -- those
unruly characters who talked back, refused their places, blatently
ignored our directions and marched off after their own ideas, the
story lines we agonized over, slashed, recreated, and finally
despairingly relinquished control of — exist, lift off the
page before packed audiences of story lovers. Each event is
defamiliarized, exhilarating, each particular cluster of writers that
Charlene Diehl has put together
on stage, sifts into a whole greater than the sum of its parts. I
am fortunate enough to have the honour to participate in one of
Charlene’s intimate book chats, to later share the main stage with
esteemed writers. I run into old friends. And equally enriching, I
get, time and again, be part of the rapt audience – palpable, that
collective passion for story, love of language. The emotional
musicality resonating within and between all - those - words. The
energy fairly crackles. Which leads to the highlight of my weekend:
a late evening at the Afterwords Jazz Club. Steve Kirby and
Kristopher Ulrich spilling their rhythms in accompaniment to Steven
Ross Smith who is literally throwing words around. A sound/poetry
extravaganza. What a note to go out on.
Thin Air is a gift to readers and writers alike to discover, uncover,
surrender to the mystery of words, and the myriad of ways the
strangeness of truth can move us. I’m so envious of you all this
year! Hope to see you again soon!
What a wonderful post! I'm coming to Winnipeg to read at this year's festival, and you've got me feeling very excited about it indeed!
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