CHÁ QUENTE #186

Sem prejuízo do aplauso a esta iniciativa hoje quero olhar para outros umbigos literários.

THE tiny town of Hay-on-Wye in southeastern Wales seems like a curious place to hold a major literary festival. Getting there involves a circuitous three-and-a-half-hour drive from London through traffic-snarled highways and back roads crowded with ancient farm vehicles. Big on charm but low on hotels (there is only one), Hay also has the disadvantage of being situated in some kind of freakish precipitation belt that attracts an unusual amount of rain.
Yet the Hay Festival, which began in 1988 as an insane glint in the eye of its organizer, Peter Florence, has expanded and expanded to become one of the world's best-known and most exciting literary events.

For 10 days at the end of May, the town is given over to writers, and its population of 1,500 swells to a remarkable 80,000, as visitors troop to see the likes of Dave Eggers, Kazuo Ishiguro, Don DeLillo, John Updike, Clive James, Julian Barnes, Ali Smith, Patrick McGrath, Jeannette Winterson, Doris Lessing and Jaqueline Wilson, to name a few who have appeared recently.

Hay Festival is an international festival production company based in Wales. We celebrate great writing in every medium in Britain and around the world. All our Festivals are informal, accessible and great fun. Many of the conversations and performances with writers, musicians, film-makers and comedians are available online and as downloads from our archive.

Mas o Festival não se restringe a Gales tendo ganho uma dimensão internacional:

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