It has been
a strange Edinburgh
festival this year. Everyone needs to be an artist in
the babble of shows and posters that is the EIF and the Fringe, which is now the main event and has become slick with stylized big productions. Most young people go to the comedy shows. My Theme
this year was Love. Love knows our hearts desires, our mirrors. There are
voices of hope in a world often torn asunder and we are full of wonder… surely? Tolstoy wrote
of reverence, humility and love and he felt that the narrative was outside his
control. Whatever
else love is, it is always a mystery. I spend most of my time here at the Edinburgh Book Festival (more to follow). Fireworks
end each night to mark the finale of the Edinburgh Tattoo.
