‘If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry’: The festival showcasing the art of working-class writers
A new book festival aims to shine a light on working-class writers. We’ve always been here but now we’re aiming to change the literary landscape for good, says David Barnett
When I was 16, I typed with a flourish on the Amstrad word processor (huge beige box of a monitor, green type on a black background) that I had been bought for Christmas a year before the words THE END. I had just completed 130,000 words of my first novel – a turgid portal fantasy with an embarrassing amount of what I imagined great sex to be, which resides, Dorian Gray-like, in a battered old leather valise in my loft, and will never, ever see the light of day in my lifetime.
My dad was passing my bedroom as I finished my magnum opus. “What are you going to do with it now?” he asked.
I shrugged and saved it to a floppy disk. The answer was, nothing. I had been a voracious reader since I was a small child, and around that time I was reading mountains of science fiction and fantasy. I just fancied having a go at writing one myself, really.
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