Tales of the monsoon seasonBMJ 1996; 313 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.313.7054.430a (Published 17 August 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;313:430
- Colin Douglas
Every year, for three weeks in late summer, Edinburgh dusts off its recurrent pretensions as the Athens of the North. For three weeks—more precisely, for two editions of the Sunday broadsheets—it basks in the reflected glow of its international festival while many of its more sensible citizens take off for holidays somewhere quiet in the country.
For those who stay, and more so for those who visit, festival and fringe combine in a huge funfair of the arts, variously traditional and experimental, safe and weird, commercial and merely self indulgent, and ranging in scale from the mightiest of operas to the now traditional Shakespeare-in-a-phonebox. Buskers abound. Pubs close …