Just in case anyone was wondering after my post deliberating whether to shell out $150 for the pleasure of attending and blogging the presentation dinner for the NSW Premier’s Literary Awards: I didn’t shell out.
I thought I might storify the event from afar, and went so far as to register on the storify site and explore how to do it. But apart from a couple of images of the fabulously lit-up Mitchell Library reading room, and the relaying of this solitary comment by a winner
“I feel like I’ve won the meat raffle!” @timsout wins for Don’t Go Back Where You Came From #PremiersLitAwards twitter.com/simoncrerar/st…
— Simon Crerar (@simoncrerar) May 19, 2013
the tweeters confined themselves pretty much to telling us who won what. I couldn’t even tell if David Ireland, recipient of the special award, was there.*
Today’s newspapers didn’t give us much colour and movement either. The Sydney Morning Herald printed an abridged and edited version of Kathryn Heyman’s address, and a piece by Susan Wyndham listing the winners, with some detail about the Book of the Year, Ali Cobby Eckermann’s Ruby Moonlight. (That’s the only one of the prize-winners I’ve read. It’s a brilliant book.) Stephen Romei in the Australian focused on David Ireland, who it turns out wasn’t there, but wrote a ‘typically idiosyncratic acceptance speech’ which was read out by his agent.
Did George Souris keep up tradition by mispronouncing at least one person’s name? Did any prize-winner except Tim Soutphommasane say anything memorable? What was idiosyncratic about David Ireland’s speech? Was the food OK? Did everyone behave themselves? We may never know.
* But if you’re interested, the State Library of NSW did storify the event, here.
We needed you to be there!
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$150, if you go alone is still quite a lot. Maybe Edwina will take you along next year?
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‘Quite a lot’ understates it, Douglas. Edwina’s comment does raise the prospect of crowd sourcing … hmm …
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George could be forgiven if he slipped up on pronouncing Tim’s surname. Although it’s one you’d practise beforehand if you were expecting to have to say it.
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Richard: Exactly. It’s the Louise Nowras of the world that are waiting to happen.
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I feel as if I have failed you.
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Ah, Judith: you and the entire twitterbloggerati.
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