It was thrill to spend time in the presence of the lovely Margaret Atwood. Intimidating to be with such an intellectual and literary icon, but she was so playful, generous and truly engaged with her fans. We read in the glorious Capitol Theatre, there is something mystical about bringing art into such a lovingly restored space. This is one of the few festivals that fuse words and music. Our readings were interspersed with interludes by the fabulous Joe Grass and Marie Jo Therio. We were kept busy with bookclubs, brunch with an author, and school visits and at every encounter the community was so embracing. This is a world class festival with a down home heart. Thank you to the local bookclub that kept me up in the wee hours singing and dancing at a local pub (you know who you are).
Another special event for me was the Jam. Imagine eight readings accompanied by a live jazz band. It could have gone horribly wrong, but it was magic. For a night, Les Paiens allowed me to be a musician and feel their music wrap around my words. Sons incroyable. A crammed bar, hundreds of people raucously drinking on a Saturday night and when the authors read you could hear a pin drop. The final wrap up was a concert by Bernard Adamus. The English speaking world is missing out not knowing this artist. I loved that twenty-somethings were lined up in front of the stage, five people deep, with rapt attention singing along with every word. So thank you to the Frye Festival for taking such good care of me. It was truly an inspiring event. A special thank you to the independent Tidewater Books for selling all of my books. And to the people of Moncton, it felt like home.