DBC Pierre about Tbilisi 2nd International Festival of Literature


"Lightning spat over the Caucasus as my flight came in to land here late at night, lightning that became street-light reflected off a fast-moving river, that became lanterns in ancient gardens, candles over wine, and I couldn’t help thinking, couldn’t help knowing, for once in my life, that all the crackling stuff which usually ran around my head as I wrote was now rolling out in real life. This is the thing I remember from Tbilisi. Like something imagined had come to life, and we were all there imagining it together. I hope I can do it again one day; until then I can only write."