Cooking with gas
I always thought the Canlit scene was strangely bereft of juicy feuds until I figured out it was all happening in Toronto. But these catfights always seem to unfold in private, and the gossip leaks its way west in a reverse jet stream well after the fur has flown and drifted away into insignificance. (For bitch-slappings, prurience, public floggings, see America.) Here in Vancouver we're all pretty friendly--gaggingly kumbaya, I know. How delightful for us there's this barney going on between Leah McLaren, G & M columnist and author of the recently released The Continuity Girl, and Ryan Bigge, author of a book McLaren supposedly dissed in print some time ago. Suggestions of payback. You know it's really going on when talk-show hosts weigh in. I don't know either party, nor have I read their books, but my personal faves are the comments left behind at Bookninja:
The only thing worse than reading this book, I imagine, was having to listen to her at the launch say things like: "If I knew how hard it was to write a novel, I never would've done it!", "In London you can really tell that there are class differences, it's not like in Toronto. You can smell the really cheap laundry soap on people!" and "interviewing celebrities is like being a hooker!" Gems, all of them. It was difficult to keep from stabbing myself in the eye with my cocktail stir-stick.Just the sort of pals you make sure to invite to your book party. Wheee, indeed!
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