I went along to an hour with John Burnside the Fife born poet and novelist. Held in the main ASB theatre the audience was subjected once again to the dreary roll-call of event sponsors. All delivered in a booming movie trailer voice, I may possibly run amok if I have to endure it again! Or maybe I’ll take ear plugs.
Siobhan Harvey was the chair, herself a poet, and John gave to readings one from A lie about my Father his memoir and the second from Glister, his latest novel.
John talked about the need as a poet and novelist to keep those worlds and styles of writing separate, he said he had no desire to write a “poetic novel” and doesn’t want to be a poet novelist. He was initially drawn to poetry as it fitted in with his schedule, he was at that stage working full-time in the computer industry and didn’t have much time to devote to writing. He eventually handed over his company car keys and resigned so he start writing his first novel.