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Bodleian Libraries

Keepsake Printing
Weston Library 12:00pm Sat 28 Saturday, 28 March 2020 See this event
Bodleian Libraries

Typesetting and Printing on the Hand-press
Bodleian: Schola Musicae 2:00pm Tue 31 Tuesday, 31 March 2020 See this event
Bodleian Libraries

Typesetting and Printing on the Hand-press SOLD OUT
Bodleian: Schola Musicae 2:00pm Wed 1 Wednesday, 1 April 2020 See this event
Alessandro Bianchi

Art and Literature in Print: The Publishing Market in Tokugawa Japan
Weston Lecture Theatre 4:00pm Wed 1 Wednesday, 1 April 2020 See this event
Bodleian Libraries

Typesetting and Printing on the Hand-press
Bodleian: Schola Musicae 11:00am Thu 2 Thursday, 2 April 2020 See this event
Christopher Fletcher

Rare and Beautiful American Books
Weston Lecture Theatre 10:00am Sat 4 Saturday, 4 April 2020 See this event
Bodleian Libraries

Keepsake Printing
Weston Library 12:00pm Sat 4 Saturday, 4 April 2020 See this event
Paul Luna

Typography: A Very Short Introduction
Blackwell’s Marquee 1:15pm Sat 4 Saturday, 4 April 2020 See this event

Festival information:

A stimulating and rewarding on-stage conversation; a lively informed and tolerant audience; privileged access to the great treasures of the Bodleian, and finally, wonderfully interesting dinner companions to help me conclude the best day I have enjoyed at any festival – anywhere.

The Oxford Literary Festival is intellectual Viagra.

The Oxford Literary Festival has in my mind become the leading literary festival of the year. The organisation, the roster of speakers, the ambience and the sheer quality of it all is superb. May it now go from strength to strength each year stretching its ambition more and more. I believe it will.

Often as an author, I only occasionally get to meet the public who buy and read my books. The Oxford Literary Festival was a special opportunity for me and certainly one of the highlights of my career – it was an honour I will never forget.

It was a privilege for me to visit the festival to receive the Bodley Medal. As an incidental blessing I saw Oxford at its most mysterious and atmospheric. It was a day of piercing cold and as I walked through the twilight from the Sheldonian to Christ Church, the streets were empty and the whole city was shutting itself away. Christ Church was silent except for the footfall of unseen persons around corners and the sounds of evensong creeping from behind closed doors. For the first time I understood thoroughly the power of college ghost stories.

I loved the whole atmosphere of the Oxford Literary Festival. From breakfast, alongside some of the attendees, who were talking books with each other a mile a minute, to the public event at The Sheldonian where everyone was lively and engaged – I felt I had arrived in a kind of literary heaven.

I came away buzzing and reassured that we still have in this century a wide ranging community fascinated not just by famous authors (I’ve rarely seen so many concentrated in one place) but by challenging ideas and questions.