US poet and crime writer George Dawes Green founded The Moth twelve years ago to fill a gap in New York’s literary scene: he wanted to offer a space for people to go and tell stories in a friendly atmosphere. After the first event—held in his living room—the storytelling evenings quickly assumed the status of an institution. To date, The Moth has hosted 3,000 storytelling evenings, each of them a sellout, all the while maintaining its non-profit, for-the-love-of-the-game credentials.
As one would expect of any self-respecting super-cool literary group, the names of those appearing at the show's first-ever European event are secret. But past authors to have taken to the Moth’s stage have included Garrison Keillor and Salman Rushdie – and considering all the performers and writers in town, you’re unlikely to be disappointed, and certain to be surprised.
I was so disappointed and bored with this show that I feel compelled to write that it is the biggest load of cack I have EVER seen in the Festival in over 20 years - and I've seen some poor stuff, as you can imagine.