Barney's Version
Jul. 23rd, 2010 02:55 amFinished reading it today. I have a much longer post about how in my late teens and early to mid twenties, I enshewed most Canadian authors, mocking them for their provincial blinders; their addiction to stories of Ukranians settling the West and half-Matis girls dealing with pre-mature ejaculation. It was a fairly reasonable argument, chocked full of quotes and snearing reviews.
So, like most young men, I was a punk. Looking to impress anyone I had a shot at penetrating. The problem was I tuned out of Canadian literature about the same time everyone else tuned in. I wasn't just a punk, but I was an ignorant, arrogent one.
I also missed an extremely good book from a writer I've loved since I was three. The worst part about getting older is being constantly embarassed by the snot you used to be.
It is being made into a movie with Paul Giamatti and Minnie Driver. Even if they butcher it, I totally support this.
So, like most young men, I was a punk. Looking to impress anyone I had a shot at penetrating. The problem was I tuned out of Canadian literature about the same time everyone else tuned in. I wasn't just a punk, but I was an ignorant, arrogent one.
I also missed an extremely good book from a writer I've loved since I was three. The worst part about getting older is being constantly embarassed by the snot you used to be.
It is being made into a movie with Paul Giamatti and Minnie Driver. Even if they butcher it, I totally support this.