...whipping up the hems of my skirts. Ariel Gordon showed me around her city, though she did not lead me around as she claims on her blog. It was more of a steering, me the flat-out, tireless sled dog looking back at the musher, wondering what the hold up is. Seriously though, I'm grateful to Ariel for putting up with me for that long. She deserves a medal. So does M. We crammed an incredible amount of fun into my stay.
Some of the best moments I had at the Winnipeg International Writers Festival would draw a chorus of yah right's, so I'll just mention a couple of the more believable highlights of the festival.
Two blow-me-away, new-to-me voices:
Joel Hynes read from a new novel set to be released in January, a reading that drew caught-up sounds from the crowd, and surprisingly enough the same sound came from my throat as well. That's rare. In fact, I don't recall ever doing that before. On the strength of that reading, I bought Down to the Dirt, his first book, and I will definitely buy the next.
Sherwin Tjia not only read from The World is a Heartbreaker, his book of pseudohaikus, but revealed an intoxicating charm, intelligence and humour that left people smiling and murmuring in a satisfied way. What a wonderful presenter.