By TOBY LICHTIG
If the Hay Festival is "the Woodstock of the mind" and Port Eliot "the Glastonbury of books" then Latitude near Southwold in Suffolk needs no comparison. The experience of attending might be labelled Total Festivalling.
Though many people are drawn to Latitude by the biggish-name bands – this year's line-up included Damon Albarn (excellent), James (ditto) and Lily Allen (whom we arrived too late to see) – there is no one artform that feels privileged above the rest. The sheer range of culture on offer is overwhelming, and much of this year's content was of a very high quality.
Latitude isn't enormous (this year's attendance was 35,000 compared to, say, Glastonbury's city state of around 140,000) but it makes up for size in breadth. Over a whirlwind forty-eight hours, I took in ballet, performance poetry, theatre, film, philosophy, literary debate, audio-visual DJ sets, a lecture on the neuroscience of memory, comedy, circus, cabaret (some of it desperate, some compelling in a Dadaist sort of way), Shakespearean criticism in a tiny shed, "live art", contemporary dance – and even found time for some old-fashioned gigs.