Bubbly Bubble
It's time for a passage out of Argentinian writer César Aira's piece Festival about the ins and outs of festival life.
Let's face it: Festivals are the narcissists among cultural events.It doesn't matter what festival it is, be it theatre, film, dance or photography. In the run-up to the festival and during it, everything revolves just around le festival, eclipsing reality and real life itself - completely. And after 4 or 2 weeks it spits one out again, into the dark alleys behind the cinema or the cellar-cum-performance venue and, jaded and bleary-eyed, one comes to the realisation that there is life beyond discarded ticket stubs, over-long Q&As, and The Importance of Being Earnest Festive.
Aira does a wonderful job combining all festivals' need for attention, recognition and above all, relevance, in his take on the beast that is le festival:
"Der Minister hatte ihn beruhigt: Niemand in der Regierung interessierte sich im Geringsten für die Meinungen der Journalisten bezüglich des Festivals, der gezeigten Filme oder der eingeladenen Gäste. Das Vertrauen in die Programmgestalter war ungebrochen. [...]
Der Direktor war nun der festen Überzeugung, dass es wirklich nichts zu befürchten hatte...stattdessen begann ihn nun aber eine viel größere Sorge zu plagen. Aus den Worten des Ministers war deutlich herauszuhören, dass es für ihn und seine Kollegen in der Regierung, letztenendlich für alle Leute, die sich mit ernstzunehmenden Problemen des Staates und des Gemeinwesens beschäftigten, völlig bedeutungslos war, was sich im Rahmen des Festivals abspielte. Man betrachtete die Verantwortlichen als Kinder, die sich auf harmlose Weise mit ihren Spielsachen vergnügten. Ständiger Zank gehörte dazu, ein Geschrei um Nichtigkeiten, über die Erwachsene nur lächeln konnten...
- Out of Festival by César Aira, Translation by Elisabeth Boroviczény
Quick English fix:
The minister reassured him: Nobody in the government was in any sort of way interested in what the journalists had to say about the festival, the films that were shown, or the invited guests. Their trust in the people who put together the festival programme remained unshattered.
The director realised that he had nothing to fear...instead he was now taunted by a much bigger concern. From the minister's words it was evident that neither he or any of his colleagues in the government, or for that matter, any people who deal with serious issues concerning the state and the public, cared in the least bit about what was going on at the festival. The people in charge of the festival were regarded as nothing but children who entertain themselves with their toys. Constant quarrels were a part of it, the tuck-and-war about unimportant matters, about which the adults were only able to laugh...










