Decatur Book Festival Live
Decatur Metro | September 6, 2009This post will be “stuck” to the top of this page through Sunday. Look below this post for new and updated posts throughout the weekend.
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Bryan Alexander writes in with this report from Sir Harold Evans keynote yesterday evening…
Is Bookzilla a dinosaur, an extinct species rolling over in his grave, praying for his footnote in the history of communication?
The Sir Harold Evans event at the Chapel in Agnes Scott’s Presser Hall had the feel of old home week, or whatever it’s called when the mothers and fathers and grandfolks of yore come together to reminisce. First there was this old guy (not Sir Harold) in the college’s parking deck who had a most dense and drooping handlebar mustache. Then we parked next to a little car that was covered with mossy green mildew, and had apparently died there in the parking garage so long ago. (I kid you not that there were issues of the AJC from the Bush administration heaped in the passenger seat.) Finally, there was the audience: average age of 65. A woman was knitting in row 4. Everyone had arrived 20 minutes early. Need I go on?
No, no, I like old . . . books. And Sir Harold is one of them. They’re polite and they’re also feisty. And they remember back when things were done a different way, and they warn us real good that a lot of the stuff they liked to do had great value. We had better not screw up and forget it.
Newspapers were great, he said. Foreign reporting was great. Investigative journalism was great. Reading about things you didn’t realize interested you was great. Never forget it. That’s feisty.
Who was responsible for getting rid of these things? Which generation?
Bottom line for Sir Harold is that it’s so important to preserve high quality newspapers that he’s willing to advocate the use of digital technology to make it possible, namely, through print-on-demand. You will have a high-quality printer in your home that will print the newspaper when you want it. This has the feel of placing one’s finger in that crumbling dyke with the hope of preventing the flood. He himself reads books on a Kindle.
Everyone at Eddie’s Attic last night seemed to agree that a 5pm party at Decatur’s most famous music venue was a much better way to launch this year’s Decatur Book Festival than the 8:30am release last year. I must wholeheartedly agree.
So, with a house packed with authors, journalists, DBF and Lenz staff (and bloggers), Decatur Book Festival executive director Daren Wang took to the stage to welcome everyone and shared a few interesting tidbits with his well fed audience, which I will now share with you.
Tom Bell then took the stage to announce this year’s line up, which includes 4 Pulitzer winners (Douglas Blackmon, Rick Bragg, Robert Olen Butler and Natasha Trethewey) and many more great authors.
This year’s keynote will been given by Sir Harold Evans, who served as editor of the Sunday Times from 1967 to 1981. As noted by Bell, with all the questions floating around about the future of publishing and newspapers that Sir Harold would be the perfect keynote. Incidently there will be 4 other talks during the festival about the future of print media, including a talk by folks from the Christain Science Monitor, which recently went whole-hog online.
As you can imagine, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. A ramdom smattering of other authors attending this year’s event include, Barbara Brown Taylor, Lee Child, Alan Deutshman, Diana Gabaldon, Edward Hirsch and Kathy Reichs and Warren St. John (the full list can be found on the DBF’s website). Notably absent from the this year’s list was Neil Gaimon. I guess he wasn’t all that impressed with our DEMANDS that he attend.
But no matter, DBF makes up for it with its most creative list of events ever including…
Now that our interest is peaked, the hardest part will be having to wait until Labor Day weekend (Sept 4th-6th) to watch it all unfold. And by then I’m sure to have confused all these events in my head. So please correct me when I inevitably start saying that I can’t wait to see Abdullah the Butcher wrestle Mary Chapin Carpenter.