Producing New Books and Readers: Literary Activism in 21st Century Africa

Producing New Books and Readers: Literary Activism in 21^st Century Africa
16:00 – 17:30, Saturday 7 October 2017
Conference Space at Hamilton House, 80 Stokes Croft, BS1 3QY

Speakers: Bibi Bakare-Yusuf, Edwige Dro & Henry Brefo

Chair: Madhu Krishnan

The 21^st century has seen the rise of a myriad of new literary initiatives on the African continent, from literary festivals to new writing prizes, publishing and translation initiatives to innovative book distribution outlets, podcasting to small magazines. This panel brings together literary producers involved in founding and directing influential new initiatives to discuss the agendas, structures and networks that enable the production and circulation of literature in Africa. What innovative modes of literary activism and engagement has the 21^st century enabled and how do self-defined literary activists conceive of their role in contemporary Africa?

In partnership with the Centre for African Cultural Excellence & University of Bristol’s Centre for Black Humanities

Part of Africa Writes Pop-Up: Bristol – the festival presenting an exciting series of events celebrating contemporary African literature and thought, 6-7 October. With book launches, film screenings, discussions, family activities, workshops, and a poetry night, the festival brings you a vibrant programme showcasing the best new writing from the continent and the diaspora.

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