Adelaide Writer’s Festival – Philosophy of Life
When I sat down to listen to Bernard Beckett and heard the gales of laughter coming from the other stage; where two women of politics were presenting, I wondered if I had made the best decision. Was I listening to the right person?
I didn’t have to wonder for long. With his references to a failing education system, his respect for young adults and his quite amazing explanation of agnosticism I knew I was right where I needed to be. When he went on to tell the audience the ending of his first book and to advise them to not bother buying his second but asked us to instead buy two copies of his latest, I was hooked.
When he explained there was too much he didn’t know and that writing fiction was his answer to the unknown questions of philosophy I understood exactly what he meant and realised I had found a kindred writing spirit right there; even if he was a New Zealander. With philosophical ideals reminiscent of Orson Welles in 1986 I was almost tempted to line up to buy a book and get it signed, just so I could tell him how much I enjoyed his insight, his wit and his refreshing honesty; almost.