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Australian author Richard Flanagan is the winner of the 2014 Man Booker Prize for his novel The Narrow Road to the Deep North. The Man Booker Prize is awarded to the author of the year's best novel written in the English language, as determined by an esteemed panel of judges. The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Flanagan's sixth novel, centers on Dorrigo Evans, an Australian POW captured by the Japanese during World War II. As he struggles to survive horrendous conditions, he is haunted by the love he left behind. See who Flanagan was up against for the prize here.
If you have ever attended the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville, you know that many of the authors' sessions take place in the Legislative Plaza, in very formal hearing rooms with fluorescent lighting. As best-selling author Lauren Oliver said as she sat at the front of the room, it looks a bit like the author is going to be handing out prison sentences.
Halfway through Oliver's session last weekend, she accidentally knocked the State of Tennessee seal off the table, announced, "This is so me!" and held it up for fans to snap a picture. I can think of no better moment to illustrate Oliver's relationship with her readership.
After her session, Oliver sat with me and talked about her first novel for adults, Rooms. While she's clearly fascinated by haunted houses, her book is more concerned with the haunted relationships between generations. Check out the Q&A here.
I had the pleasure of interviewing Bret Anthony Johnston, Creative Writing Director at Harvard and author of Remember Me Like This, during the Southern Festival of Books. He was also a contestant in Nashville's first ever Literary Death Match, which was described by the velvet-jacketed host as a “highbrow, lowbrow literary clusterf__k.” It was indeed. During our interview, I asked Johnston about his involvement and wondered if he was afraid of sudden death.
So what is the Literary Death Match, and how did you get roped in?
Well, they’ve asked me to do it a number of times, because this thing is all around the country. But we had never been able to make the schedule work. But the Southern Festival of Books asked me to do it, and they’ve been incredibly good to me, so I'm doing it. I’m debating whether or not I should open with a really dirty Willie Nelson joke. (Editor's note: He did.) I wanted to show up in one of those Olympic wrestling outfits, like a onesie with shorts. But in my very lazy research, it didn’t seem like I could get it. But if you want to wrestle one up, I’ll totally wear it. (Editor's note: Sadly, I didn’t.) So my strategy is a half-assed costume, then I’m going to read something that’s about three minutes long that I didn’t write but relates to me, and then I’m going to read a three minute short story, because you just get seven minutes. And that’s the best I can do.
Johnston did exactly that, taking the stage at Third Man Records in a Lucha Libre mask and warming up the crowd with hilarious (well, hilarious in light of his success) rejection letters he's received throughout his career. (Letter: "The dead donkey was a bit much." Johnston's reply: "What dead donkey?") He then read his short story "Boy," inspired by Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl."
Johnston was competing against Pulitzer-Prize finalist Adrian Matejka, who performed a poem with musical accompaniment; Patricia Lockwood, whose short piece is so dirty we can't even tell you the title; and Abraham Smith, whose mesmerizing performance entranced the audience. It all came down to a sudden death match of "fictionary," in which audience members with questionable artistic ability drew book titles for the authors to guess. Smith was declared the champion, but not without the help of Johnston, who flexed his preternatural fictionary skills. Luckily, no authors were seriously injured during the Death Match, and afterwards, being in Nashville, we line-danced off into the sunset.
Read the interview with Bret Anthony Johnston here.