Monday, September 17, 2012

Storymoja Hay and my aching head

Oh, my head. Four days of delightful company and literary chat at the Storymoja Hay Festival has left my mind buzzing with ideas and concepts. Four days of wine consumption – at the party for the stars, Muthoni Garland’s house (which she graciously opened up to randoms like me), the Saturday mix up, and Sunday reception at the British Council - has left my head aching and my liver begging for mercy, which shall be granted for the rest of this week.

My little blog for the Hay Festival sums up how I felt about this great weekend, but I want to also give a shout out to everyone from Storymoja and Hay, in particular Aleya, Michael, Kitty and Maggie, who made me feel so welcome.

Equally, everybody who made my session such fun has my gratitude - even the guy who basically told me I had written a book nobody would want to read (I don't think he meant it to come out that way).

I’d also like to acknowledge the lovely Giles Foden, who has given me carte blanche to sign books in his name the next time somebody mistakes me for him and asks me to sign his novels. He may regret that.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Storymoja Hay Festival and Telegraph Short Story

I got my first taste of a literary festival as an author last night at the Storymoja Hay Festival launch party, and I'm afraid I must report that taste was largely dominated by beer and wine. This led me to lose my phone, which was happily handed in this morning. Hurray for the honest clean-up crew at the Nairobi national museum!

I also saw this morning that my short story The Red Lion, written for The Telegraph for the festival, has made it up onto their website. Another Hurray!

And for the third hurray, I get to hang out with all kinds of excellent writers and artists over the weekend. There are some real literary heavy-hitters there, including Giles Foden, Dinaw Mengestu and Precious Williams. My novel about zombie cows probably doesn't exactly fit the profile of the rest of the great authors, so I can only hope they don't look at me askance when I tell them exactly what I've written.

Anyway, I'm sure much fun will be had.