I’m in the Toronto airport waiting for my plane and for the sun to rise. I can’t wait to be home. One more festival/reading to go in my fall tour and then I can just enjoy the chill and rain in St. John’s. My problem with book parties, particularly of the enormoid variety, is that aside from getting to hang with/see/meet some nice people, I kind of feel like an invisible anthropologist conducting ethnographic research on a culture so different that it’s bordering on a new species. The observations are too painful to record in a field notebook… “Where Koko initially displayed interest, generosity and a propensity for social one-on-one interaction, he grows fawning, reticent and skittish when Zeus lumbers in with his prominent silver back and threatening alpha status…” I fear I’m nearing the very end of my ability to stomach it all. Sigh. It was a good ride. See you in the nursing home. Anyway, here are some links to get you through your morning.
- Compelling arguments for why Carver stories shouldn’t be Frankensteined back together
- Libraries eschewing Google scans
- Dumbledore is gay? Have your say!
- Rankin talks to Ceeb about the end of Buddy Whatshisface
- Kundera wins Czech prize
- Poetry ignored by award shortlist… hm, says I… hmmmm…..
- Following that: why you shouldn’t ignore poetry (from Bookslut)
- War, no peace
- Rage, rage against the dying of the gently dappled light “Setting is everything in Canadian fiction. Plots don’t matter much. There are only a few plots anyway: recovering from historical or familial trauma through the healing power of whatever (most common); uncovering historical or family secrets and thereby achieving redemption (close second); coming of age (distant third place).The characters are mostly the same: The only thing that changes is the location of the massacred grandmother, what kind of booze the alcoholic father drinks himself into fits with, what particular creed is being revealed, in deft and daring ways, as both beautifully transcendent and oppressive.”