I remember when I did my library science course (23 years ago!), one of the subjects was ‘classification’. This soon had me completely fascinated. I realised, with a pleasantly sharp thrill, that the classification of books was the classification of all human knowledge and imagination through time.
This, then, is what books do. They carry knowledge and imagination through time and space, for humanity to reach out to itself, to understand, to introspect, to explore. To comprehend and rejoice in similarities and differences of emotions and experience.
This connection, however, usually takes place in isolation, which sounds like a contradiction. The writer writes, the reader reads, separately, and a connection happens.
Enter Atta Galatta, with its author events, and suddenly, the connection is a physical connection. The reader meets the author, hears passages from the book read in the author’s own voice, and has a sneak peek into the book came to be. Questions are asked, clarifications sought. There is a face, a voice, a being behind the byline.
And how do you classify that? A rapport? A guideline, a learning experience? I won’t try. I’ll just say it’s the magic of the moment! The least I can do is share some pictures reminiscing the various authors we have had the chance to interact with, over the past several years at Atta Galatta.