Naipaul also said that everyone at the festival is ugly.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
That's him holding the Nobel Prize, a prize that you do not have.
Since he was a on a roll, Naipaul continued with his bit, saying the festival has become "meaningless and unimportant," and ought to be shut down. He then said that the problem with literature today is that "there are no more great writers."
I don't know about that, but when I think of something called the Hay-on-Wye Literary Festival, I imagine many people with large canvas satchels trundling between card tables piled high with books written by authors who sit behind these card tables in pain. The writers sign the books, then the people thank them for writing such good things. The writers stare into the distance, and wonder what it all means.
At night, there are literary readings. Everyone claps politely when the readings are finished. The town hookers do not see a rise in business. The town church does, and praises the Lord for it.
After reading the Wikipedia article, I see that Hay-on-Wye is a Welsh town that has carved out a niche as a second-hand book paradise. Okay. Fine.
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