Every year in mid-May, thousands of people descend on wharves at The Rocks and libraries across the city, brows furrowed, maybe carrying canvas book bags weighed down with autographed battle spoils. Signing lines stretch for miles and the harbour seems to glint with the shining thoughts of visiting and venerated authors taking the stage. It's a festival but there's barely a neon t-shirt in sight, and we were lucky enough to speak to its driving force; freelance journalist, editor, and now artistic director of the Sydney Writers Festival, Chip Rolley.
