February in Perth these days is a rush of activity. Fringe Festival, Perth Festival which incorporates a Writers Festival, various film festivals and visiting stuff from all over the place, the Rottnest Swim, the Great Southern Festival, not to mention putting the kids back in school; and by the end of this month, a new group of Freshers will be starting at uni.
I do think we cram a lot in. March and April by comparison are going to be rather bleak. It's not as if we have to cram all this in to get the good weather. People, we have good weather pretty much ALL YEAR.
Anyhow, in the spirit of rushy rushy we tried out the Perth Writers Festival for the first time this year. I love me a writers festival and, usually with partner in crime Fairlie, I love to schlepp off to the Sydney Writers Festival and in years past, the Melbourne Writers Festival.
I'm not sure if its that there are so many other options on at the same time in Perth at the moment (the Rotto Swim left this morning, the Great Southern Festival is on, the weather is still great to go 'down south' etc) but I was disappointed in the lack of 'BUZZ'.
The talks were good but it was very sedate. And very quiet.
Festival goers milled around politely and were definitely of the older, sandalled type. Although to be fair the very interesting HBO talks on the world of television were frequented by a young uni set.
So yes, I was disappointed with the lack of energy. A bit the same when the MWF moved from the CUB Malthouse to Fed Square and lost its atmosphere. I think writers festivals benefit from being a bit cramped. You want to feel you might bump into an author or two - like back in the day at the Malthouse when they'd be drinking at the bar between sessions.
Nevertheless it was lovely to walk around the beautiful University of WA grounds and sit under the dappled light of their magnificent trees.
One of the talks we went to was in Winthrop Hall. I don't think I've been back in here since sitting exams here in the 1980s. In all those years I hadn't realised that the ceiling beams were painted in indigenous art. Clearly I was too busy concentrating on getting a conditional pass in Economics 100.


