Litquake's Loyal-est

After ten years of celebrating literature, Litquake has many fans who go to events daily during the Festival—sometimes even multiple events in an evening. But we dare say that no one surpasses Evan Karp, aka the SF Literary Culture Examiner, who has been lending his exuberant presence to multiple events as well as writing at least one long, delightful, and insightful piece (with photos and video) each day on Examiner.com. We thank Evan for his contribution to the joyous madness that is Litquake.

The full list of Evan's Posts gives you a quick look at the breadth of Evan's (and Litquake's) interests, from noetic scientists to punk rock, from North Beach to the Mission.

A few of our favorite quotes:
My bike had to be gone. Day 3 of Litquake was so amazing something like my bike being stolen had to have happened. But my bike was right where I left it. It truly was that kind of day then.
Did you think I climbed Armistead Maupin's "golden mountain" to send out impersonal postcards? Am I to step away from the microphone because I'm scared to follow form? Hey mister, miss. What you want is not literature or culture but substance. It presents itself in infinite forms and eludes you whenever you name it. Call me whatever you will.
I saw Roger McGuinn beside Amy Tan tonight; I spoke with a room full of published people who know my name. I respect anyone with a published book (almost). Is everyone here published? That's only reason to love the place more; takes nothing away from books. Litquake grew up tonight right in front of our eyes. Sure, I've only seen a ten year old through the first half of her birthday party. But as the day goes on she's becoming more confident. Closer to ten now than nine. Maybe it's like this every year, I think. But then again, did the old girl just wink?
I wish I had a literary festival to help me with my problems. Who needs a shrink? Show me a festival!

Evan moved to San Francisco from Savannah, Georgia, this summer and and soon was hit by a severe case of culture shock, Litquake style.  By day two, he was describing the day's first event (Off the Richter Scale at the library), as "enough for an entire week (or back in my Georgia hometown a couple of decades). "