Canongate Lates: Manchester Literature Festival 2014

Young Digital Reporter Alexandra Sutton reviews our Canongate Lates event with authors Emma Jane Unsworth, Zoe Pilger, Anneliese Mackintosh and singer-songwriter Karima Francis…

Upon arrival at the International Anthony Burgess Foundation, I bought my self a large glass of wine. I then nursed that glass of wine for the following hour – I was so excited to be in a room with four great, great women, that I had arrived comically early. Fortunately, I was not to be disappointed. Canongate Lates, featuring three groundbreaking writers and one strikingly original musician, was the type of event I’ll still talk about in years to come.

There was a lovely feeling of camaraderie – I got the sense that everyone was as geekily excited as I was to be there, including our tip-top host, Katie Popperwell. She welcomed us with a wise and witty speech about common depictions of women writers (let’s all stop using the phrase ‘chick lit’, please) and how the writing presented at the event felt like a ‘shift in the literary landscape.’

First up was Zoe Pilger, art critic for The Independent, PHD student and author, reading an excerpt from her debut novel, Eat My Heart Out. A tale of ‘modern hipsterdom’ and second wave feminism, her novel explores what it is to be a young woman caught between a hardcore feminist mentor and a love of Queen Bey (amongst other things, of course). Pilger noted how she and her fellow women writers are often referred to as ‘literary bad girls’, and questioned whether this was at all appropriate. I’m with Zoe on this one – these women are not ‘bad girls’, they are just women, honest, open women writers whose works are not close to the bone, rather they hack through the bone altogether.

After Zoe came Anneliese Mackintosh. Annaliese read from her collection of short stories, Any Other Mouth, and her reading was for me the most beautifully intimate and poignant of the night. She reads like a seasoned performance poet – her writing is epigrammatic, enticing and endearing, and is perfectly suited to a night of live literature. She carried us all with her through a list of funeral requests – a Roald Dahl revolting rhyme to be read, her 6 most recent lovers to attend, how she above all wants her mum – and it was just superb. ‘Each little one a howl’, said Annaliese of her stories. For me this one was a beautiful, painful swan-song.

Our final reading of the night came from Manchester’s own Emma Jane Unsworth. At risk of sounding like a complete fan-girl – I love, love, love her book. After the gentleness of Mackintosh’s reading, peppered with moments of hilarity, Unsworth’s reading was the perfect follow up. After listening to her read from Animals, my face was actually aching with laughter. I could whip out all sorts of deep, intellectual comments on her work, but surely that has to be the biggest compliment. Unsworth’s fabulously familiar accent, self-deprecating delivery and assertion that she really did meet a man in the Village named ‘Chicken Sandwich’, had us all hooked. Animals is the story of an aspiring writer and her manic-pixie-nightmare best mate, tearing through the streets of Manchester and through each other. Her novel is messy, methy, Mancunian magical realism – read and be amazed.

In a lovely end to the evening, Karima Francis played a very special acoustic set. She came straight from the studio and belted out several never-before-played songs like a complete dream. Her voice is simultaneously powerful and vulnerable – it doesn’t tug at the heartstrings, it positively tears them out. I sat back and let it all wash over me – she was the perfect counterpoint to an evening of laughter, intensity and personal insight. Ultimately, that’s what live literature should be all about – connecting with an audience who usually only feel you through the pages of your writing.  As Katie Popperwell noted, these writers offer us ‘political portraits’ that are often shattering, powerful and entertaining, but above all they are intimate and personal – these qualities shone through at this cracking event.

Literary Walker: Inua Ellams and The Midnight Run

For centuries poets and artists have taken to the streets for inspiration, wandering both city and country in order to seek a sense of the other, and a sense of self. From Wordsworth’s rural strolls to Thomas de Quincey’s opium-fuelled ventures into London’s darkest haunts, literary walks are part of our cultural inheritance. Inua Ellams - performance poet, playwright and graphic artist – is tapping into this history and re-inventing it for the modern city-dweller.

Ellams is an artist of all sorts – his poetry draws together rich-voiced romanticism, hip-hop, jazz and the silkiest of lyrics, his scriptwriting is mature and refined, and his graphic art is strikingly inventive. To add to this, he is now the curator of a physical exhibition that stretches across the streets of cities world-wide. In 2005, Ellams and a friend became impatient waiting for a night bus, and decided to make their journey across London on foot. Enraptured with the nocturnal cityscape and the darkened alter-egos of the night-time streets, Ellams dreamed up The Midnight Run. The project is a literal example of poetry in motion, as Ellams and his magican-poet-performer friends lead groups of people around the city by night, exploring ideas of communal space, identity, and urban development, and creating art as they go. The idea is for people to view their own streets, their run-friends and themselves with a fresh pair of eyes, in a playful process of defamiliarisation. From the perspective of a literary critic, Ellams’ eco-critical explorations are right on trend, and from the perspective of an art-lover, they are simply groundbreaking.

In his mission statement, Ellams explains the influence of The Situationalists, a political and artistic movement which rejected the commercialism of art in 60’s France, and sought to replace it with ‘real’ experience. The Midnight Run is just that – a physical, immersive, artistic experience. For Ellams, any city, anywhere can be a poetic playground, from impromptu story-telling in a darkened alley, to sunrise tai chi, to group writing tasks. I organised a poetry workshop with Ellams whilst at university, and got a sense of his innovative and inviting style. He has a natural talent for drawing out the poet in everyone, whether he’s performing himself, working with musicians, or gently teasing out ideas from his audience.

This gentle teasing is at the heart of The Midnight Run; the project asks us how we interact with our environment, and encourages us to do so differently. So many cities are increasingly filled with private spaces and private people – a fact of life connected to the ethics of The Midnight Run. For me, Ellams seems to be suggesting that private, restricted city space is closely linked to both spiritual and economic poverty. Even on a short bus ride in London, one can weave through many different communities of enormously different wealth, sandwiched uncomfortably together in disparity. By inviting us to look closer, Ellams is exploring some of the most pressing social and political issues in modern society, whilst creating a piece of peopled art.

Over the last ten years, The Midnight Run has spread from an independent London movement, to Spain, to New Zealand, to work with the Tate and the Southbank Centre, with the founders striving towards building a global urban movement. This is a growing piece of performance art like no other, with Ellams, a 21st century flaneur, at its helm.

Originally published in XXY magazine.