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Journalist Linden MacIntyre takes the Giller Prize for Fiction. Reactions? I’ve heard the book is actually fantastic. Did the best famous person win?
Mr. MacIntyre’s The Bishop’s Man chronicles the emerging crisis of conscience in a worldly priest who has been assigned to keep a lid on church-related sex scandals that are destroying the lives of the faithful in rural Cape Breton. Super topical but not even slightly sensational, it is “a brave novel, conceived and written with impressive delicacy and understanding,” according to the Giller jury.
Perhaps the best known of all the finalists, Mr. MacIntyre, 66, is a veteran journalist who first came to national prominence for his work with The Journal , CBC’s groundbreaking newsmagazine, and currently co-hosts The Fifth Estate , the network’s investigative journalism program. He is the winner of nine Gemini Awards for broadcast journalism and two national non-fiction prizes for his most recent book, a boyhood memoir called Causeway: A Passage from Innocence . The Bishop’s Man is his second novel.
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November 11th, 2009 at 10:08 am
Don’t get me wrong: it’s great that they actually televise the ceremony. Very cool. Any media coverage is good coverage, right?
Except…I find it hard to believe that producers for a national television network can’t come up with anything better than a montage of writers staring thoughtfully into the middle distance, clutching a copy of their books to their chests? Poor Colin McAdam, appearing and disappearing in that leafy courtyard like he was stuck in a student short film. Poor Alistair McLeod, trying to wax philosophical while people randomly poke their heads into the hallway behind him. Poor Annabel Lyon, trying to maintain some measure of dignity by ducking those inane taped-segment questions. Poor teleprompter technician, who, judging from the squinting and stuttering of the presenters, apparently set the display font to 10-point Vivaldi. The breakfast I just ate had a bigger budget than that show.
Sigh. Oh, Canadian publishing industry. You’re like when my grandma tries to call the internet on her telephone.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:54 am
I thought poor Colin McAdam was involved in some kind of freak Star Trek transporter accident. At the other end of the beam, Scotty was no doubt exclaiming that he couldnae get a lock, while McAdam made increasingly deperate communicator entreaties to “beam me the hell out of this lame segment.”
It’s not clear what McAdam’s repeated dematerialization had to do with his book.
I did enjoy hearing Anne Michaels intone one weighty sentence concerning children and graves while standing thoughtfully in a cemetery. I wonder if they told her they were filming a parody.
November 11th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Haven’t read the book yet. But it just catapulted to the top of my books to read list.