Literary Salon, Shoreditch House - feat John Waters

I’ve been to a fair few spoken-word events in my time, and as a rule the more upmarket they are, the worse they tend to get. The bigger the celebrity or cult cachet of an author, the more likely they are to attract a crowd that turn up mainly to be seen basking in their reflected literary glory – pulling theatrical “concentration faces” during the reading then shooting to the bar to network wildly as if the writer were mere sideshow. So it was with no little trepidation that I braved the flurries of snow to join the scrum of expensively dressed people shouting “I am on the guestlist, I am, I am!” outside east London’s prime media members’ club, in order to try and see what the Shoreditch House Literary Salon was all about.

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