Genial: who knew the little world could mean so much?
This thought came to me last night listening to Douglas Gibson, the famed literary editor, speak about his new book of memoirs, Stories about Storytellers (ECW Press, 2011).
Gibson essentially recounted anecdotes, telling details about the authors. Many of the bits, I suspect, have been told over and over again (certainly the Morley Callaghan v Ernest Hemingway boxing match is an oldy). Others were more personal (his 'home invasion' chez Alistair Mcleod to recover the long awaited novel, No Great Mischief). I can’t imagine that there will be a critical thing written in the book – he certainly uttered nary a dark phrase last night. It was like listening to an editorial version of Stuart McLean’s Vinyl Café.
McLean, he didn’t try to be anything other than what he was. And for that, the evening (and likely the book) was entirely pleasant and, in its own way, informative. Definitely worth a read for anyone interested in in the second half of the 20th century. Canada