Moreover, as Smyth puts it, at Cheltenham they "deliberately programme events to appeal to a huge range of people". Her predecessor, Walsh, says the same more robustly. "Cheltenham goes shamelessly mad for people who aren't writers - ballerinas, fashion designers, rock stars, all that - as long as they've written a book, they're in." The programme is huge. This year it includes Jostein Gaarder, Bill Bryson, Willy Russell, Adrian Noble, Prunella Scales, Beryl Bainbridge, Edward Said, Zadie Smith, The League of Gentlemen, Martin Bell and Fergal Keane, the Evening Standard's editor Max Hastings and columnist George Walden, John Bird and John Fortune, Andrew Motion, Martin Jarvis, Gitta Sereny. With 250 events and over 300 authors more than 40,000 tickets have already been sold. Against such an established success, the attempt to give London, the one place that does not actually need a literary festival, a new festival, seems ever more quixotic.