I enjoyed this immensely, the intimate, low slung space at Galapagos with lots of people and drinks and then the actual program of storytelling, writers standing up their and talking their stories into the mike as ordinary people do in real time, so that the audience is gripped, held there, listening, responding. The first, Russian Boris Timanovsky, gave a witty rendering of being put in the absurd position of writing to a small girl as if he were his own son, then having to continue that pally business with the girl’s father, who in turn had to pretend he was his child, hilarious, gripping. Pettina Gappah, straight up, talked to us of the small humiliations of racism and the larger devastations she witnessed, growing up...