Books are still relevant, so far. From mid-August, in a burst of post-pandemic hyperactivity, I participate in six literary festivals. At an event in Hamilton, we listen to Fiona Kidman reading a poignant excerpt about widowhood. We discuss Norwegian writer Karl Ove Knausgaard’s observation on memoir: “The closer you get to yourself, the more universal it becomes.”
Back home, I’ve agreed to lead an
