On Not Winning

I was up for a prize yesterday and I didn’t win. Who won doesn’t matter (you can find them here). And here is what the jury said about my work:

While we were inside during the gala, it snowed. A lot. A full on snow storm. It is November 11th and I felt that a snowstorm of such magnitude was not something warranted on such a date. Look, I live in Montreal and it’s not unheard of but it still feels wrong and tricky, the underpinnings of a conspiracy.

We found a car and drove close to home and went to Chez Claudette and I enjoyed a burger and poutine. And then we walked home, blinded and drenched by the wind and wet snow, and I stripped off my clothes and went to bed. And that was the awards night.

 

 

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One Year Later

The Reeds was published a year ago, quietly, by choice (mine, not my publishers, believe me). And being quiet, I haven’t talked about it much. There was an event, and some signings, and more events, and some Q&As, a podcast (not mine!), and this Q&A featuring both myself and my brother, which may have been the funnest book-related thing of the past year (just watch my brother’s expression during the interview, which is an entertainment in and of itself; we also spoke to grade 6 students at our old elementary school the same day as the Q&A).

Yesterday it was announced that The Reeds is up for the Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction, an award run by the Quebec Writers Federation. It is somewhat gratifying to be up for a local prize for what may well be my most local book, one where the city of Montreal itself plays a large role in the story. Some reviews have noted this (though not all) and, well, that’s a strong list of writers I’m up against (I hate to put it in these terms)

and if I’m being honest (and, really, why wouldn’t I be?) I don’t like my chances. But it will mean a night of drinks and that’s a fine prize in an of itself.

 

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The Long Tail of a Q&A

Stories from the Pink House is a thorough, entertaining and insightful blog about literature written by a bookstore owner (and the bookstore is pink, yes) passionate about all things books. It’s on Substack, as much interesting writing is these days, though Substack is problematic for many reasons, none of which have to do with Stories from the Pink House (and almost all of them have to do with….Nazis, which the keepers of the website have no interest in curtailing and may even agree with but that’s another topic entirely).

I was asked, last fall, to complete a Q&A, which I did, thinking it would be published with the release of The Reeds. The Q&A came out almost a year later. This isn’t to complain, simply to demonstrate how long some things take to appear in the world.

It’s a good Q&A nonetheless and better yet it’s not long and neither are my answers (like most Q&As, this was conducted by email). Have a read here. Bonus points for the photo of my office, which looks worse than in it does in the photo (because it’s almost a year later…). Time heals. It also accumulates mess. It accretes.

 

 

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A Very Good Interview Where I Talk About The Reeds More Than I Ever Have And Most Probably Might Ever Again Probably (For Sure)

 

I was the guest on a podcast a few months ago. The host, Red Szell is an amazingly interesting person in his own right and should be the guest on every podcast in the world, though that might tire him out, because there are too many podcasts in the world.

Anyhow, he had me on his podcast. Because he is visually impaired, he was asked to host a podcast for an “accessible media” company and, well, his reading of The Reeds was so fine that he asked me things I’m not sure I’d asked myself. (And because he is visually impaired, we talk about the audiobook as well, and let me just say, the audiobook of The Reeds is quite well done; it is available wherever you purchase or borrow audiobooks).  For whatever reason, I had forgotten to upload a link to it. The entire series, My Life in Books, is worth your while. This is a link to our conversation.

 

 

 

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The Era of The Endlessly Stupid

The fat dudes from Wall E are all of us.This is what we have become. The news consists of a series of stories that must be followed by the thought “that is stupid.” The politicians say stupid things about stuff only some believe because we live in different realities because our bubbles are dumb.

The folk who live in what they consider reality and… the other folks. When you live without commonality then everything becomes stupid.

There are those who live with AI chatbots and fall in love or strive to heal themselves or write books. The AI will never be your friend and will never help it will only grow stronger because of everything you are feeding it. You will sail off into a new reality. Another reality. And the AI will suck up more water, because it must, and if and when we decide we can’t use our water this way, what will the AI do?

You will watch only things that you agree with. Your entertainment choices become narrower and narrower even while you are under the illusion of more and more choice. But we always revert to comfort. We prefer the cloister. And this will cause more stupid.

This is what we are. It is become who we are. And we will rebound, because that’s what happens and then another we will descend into another valley of stupid and the shadows will grow longer and soon there will be come a time where we won’t be able to see at all. And then a robot will free us and we will discover who we have become and what we’ve lost and, yes, I might as well describe the final scenes in Wall-E, which was stupidly prescient and remains so.

The Lunatic is On the Grass. Indeed.

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Some Reviews of The Reeds

Emphasis on “some.”

 

 

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2024: The Year of Aspirational Stupidity

Coffee is a sign of our collective aspiration. Good coffee is a sign of taste.

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

In 2024 people finally were fed up and voted out everybody for other everybodys who, still, promised to make your life worse by making theirs better, because though we’ve lost hope we are still aspirational. 

Aspiration is why we still get out of bed in the morning and stumble to the kitchen and make coffee and then face the day.

Aspiration is what makes a somewhat decent person vote for someone who says horrible things but feels your pain.

Aspiration is a year that laid bare the idea that power corrupts and it doesn’t need to be absolute but power absolutely corrupts stupidly. Or lazily. Though any power that appears lazy comes with a lot of enablers. The cult of the stupid mixed with aspiration is the most dangerous reality we have right now. 

We aspired despite the Ukraine and Gaza/Lebanon and Sudan and Haiti and everywhere else blood spills because the stupid believe what they want to believe even if that means coloring the sky red with the blood of those whose reality makes yours inconvenient. 

The world’s wealthiest man has proven that he is simply needy and spends time either alone (he is the father of 11!) or in the company of the world’s most successful grifter and he seems like a deeply pathetic soul who can’t believe that people don’t respect him even though he’s the world’s wealthiest man. So he has decided to try and buy the truth.

And truth abhors our aspiration (no matter how wealthy you may be). And then everything becomes television. We watch events unfold even as we take part in them. Korea. France. The US. Germany. India. China. Syria. Blake Lively and Justin Baldoni.

We are still in the twilight of the pandemic that shut the world down for 2 years and accelerated the stupid and our need for aspirational models. Our children suffered. Adults suffered. Only the world itself did not suffer though that was temporary and we are stupid enough to ensure that we will continue to accelerate the world’s suffering. And I’m not even talking about the environment. Not specifically. Because everything is about the environment in the end.

When the truth abhors our aspiration, what does the media do? The legacy, big money media? I cancelled a few subscriptions this year, let’s put it that way. (I also added new ones, but none of them could be considered “legacy” or “big money” and that is also a problem, if not the major one).

I mean, did the Olympics really happen? Something about actual athletes having to swim in a dirty river full of shitty bacteria felt very on point. And then a Tesla filled with explosives blew up in front of a Trump property in Las Vegas (yes, it happened in 2025 but most people had yet to return to work so….2024). 

In 2024 I did the following:

  1. Not much. At least this is what the year feels like and though I know this is not true I still think this will be an enduring memory, most probably as a form of self-preservation.
  2. Continued my brand/content strategic consultancy which was slow for a time until it wasn’t.
  3. I started my search for an agent in earnest, which is taking longer than I’d like. (I want to resolve this one in the first few months of 2025.)
  4. I published a novel in October. Not much happened. Which is what happens to most novels. (But the cover is great and the reviews have been mostly positive so what do I know?)
  5. I completed season 2 of my podcast, The Full Bleed, about the future of magazines and it helped me rekindle my complete love and devotion for not just magazines but for the people who make them, especially these days.
  6. I started writing another book. It is set on a cruise ship of sorts. I have never been on a cruise ship.
  7. My mother visited from India and stayed in Montreal (where, of course, she used to live) for over a month and at our house for 3 weeks and it went better than I thought it would.
  8. I grew tired of the digital world. Not because it doesn’t produce great products or present fabulous opportunity but because of the quick and built-in obsolescence of its potential goodness.
  9. I used the word “enshittification” with increasing frequency, mostly because of #8. It was the best addition to my vocabulary. The year in equation form might be thus: Enshittification = (Stupid + Aspiration)/Tech x People
  10. I have stopped using social media as a home of any kind or as a source of any kind of information but found in Bluesky a kind of pre-enshittified reality that if I’m being honest can’t last. 

I have been saying “Everything is stupid” with alarming regularity online and I believe it. Because that is what we are and describes what we’ve created. Yes, the world is complex and we have created things of remarkable audacity. Sure. But…. how much smarter are we really?  

And yet I still get out of bed and stumble to the kitchen and make coffee and get on with the day. Because there are still some things that are beautiful, we do and can create amazing things, and love can defeat the stench of the stupid and the ugly, and, well, we are, in the end, an aspirational sort. And yet despite all our aspiration, whether we are poor or wealthy, and whatever truth we want to believe, even the truths that are obviously not true,  we all realize eventually that the end is the same for everyone, which might be shitty but at least it’s a constant, and in that sense is eternal.

 

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Requiem For a Lost Dream

As a Canadian, I am not really in a position to speak of the choices Americans made yesterday. I don’t agree with them, fundamentally, and I’m extremely saddened by them, but that was their decision to make, and they made it.

The fact that they made it is going to lead to more analysis than I can fathom, and for many many years to come, but to sum up: Americans preferred a convicted felon, a grifter, a man who has stolen money from charities, a rapist, and a racist, who peddles in fear and lies and retribution, over a smiling and competent and smart woman of color. So some thoughts:

  1. The only person to beat The Orange Felon (The OF is my name for him) is, surprise, Joe Biden, who was never perfect, but seemed a mostly decent type and, perhaps more importantly, was a white man. I continue to believe we have The OF and everything that comes with it because Americans once had the audacity to vote for a man with a Kenyan father, and that most immigrants to the US are not white and/or don’t speak the majority tongue. The word “majority” is key in the US, as it is in other Western countries.
  2. If you support a party, and the belief system it encompasses, that still can’t beat someone like The OF, well, this calls for some introspection. Because the message isn’t getting through. Blame who you want but your message is not working. And perhaps the delivery needs to change. I don’t agree that one can be so put off by tone that it would result in a vote for a felon but that’s exactly what’s happened and so deal with it. Better. Though, really, neither American party survives. Not as we know them. One was hijacked. The other killed itself slowly and continues to do so.
  3. The American system sucks no matter how you look at it. The two-party system is terrible. The Parliamentary system (like the one in Canada) also distorts things. The Chinese believe that democracy breeds chaos and sometimes they’re right, even when they say it for the wrong reason. But the two-party system results in false equivalencies. Many years ago, perhaps during the first OF administration, but I think it was earlier, during Bush 2, I called our time The Era of False Equivalencies and it’s only become worse.
  4. A lot of the message from the left and the center is not getting through because of the media. And this isn’t an American problem per se; each country has its own issues, but a common denominator in much of the world is the control of the message by very wealthy people and/or those close to the leadership structure, the result of which is a citizenry that lives in alternate, or parallel, realities. I don’t know what the solution to this is, and this fact may be the most damming thing wrought by the internet overall, but it is not the only thing. The thing is, the rich get richer. And thus more powerful. Until, I don’t know, revolution. Which creates a different power structure.
  5. The media, in most countries, is not “Liberal.” That idea is the result of persistent messages from the Right. They are very good at this. At creating labels that stick. (see, also, the final paragraph of this text.)
  6. In most countries The OF’s backstory would be disqualifying. And not just a little. A lot. The American legal system – and most everyone, including those in power and the media – went half in on the prosecutions and created not a criminal but a martyr. The Conservatives in the UK were toppled by a…party. And it didn’t look like a fun one at that. The reasons for the beginning of their demise seem quaint now.
  7. The OF is not so much dangerous (which he is) as he is indifferent. To you. To your suffering. To all suffering. Only his suffering matters to him. He is not ideological. He just wants love. Or what he imagines love to be. Which is mostly about acceptance and power. His needs are ultimately transparent.
  8. The OF is surrounded by ideologues and there will be a rogues’ gallery of them in the administration now. That’s where the danger lies for most Americans and most of the world. He is surrounded by truly awful people. (Hello Elon!) And JD Vance. Holy cow. How many believe The OF, a person in such obvious physical and mental decline, will last a full term? He’s not just old, after all, he’s Joe Biden old.
  9. So…the Ukrainians. The Taiwanese (probably). They can’t be comforted by this. On the flip side, Putin and Xi are probably ecstatic. Xi, especially, is probably laughing himself silly. Putin can’t believe the gift that The OF and the entire Republican party continue to be to his whims. The OF is going to cede entire countries to him, and countries and industries to Xi. Modi is also happy. That douchebag in Hungary is happy but he rules over a place that is shrinking economically and socially. That he is an example to many of these people, including The OF, is tremendously odd.
  10. The Palestinians were going to be screwed no matter what. They are already screwed. They’ve been screwed for decades now. Perhaps longer. But now they’re fucked. It’s possible we will see them wiped out, or sent to the Sinai, or to Jordan. They’ve never really had friends, not at the state level, but now….
  11. We are going to see a bunch of “Strongmen” types come to power. My guess. Or more of them. There are already enough.
  12. Mostly, however, I am worried by the backslide we’re going to suffer on a planetary scale. The green movement is on pause. There will be local wins, there will be others doing some work, but the American government is out of the “let’s save the planet” business. The only heartening aspect of this to me is that Texas of all places is a leader in renewables. But The OF is no friend of the planet. He doesn’t understand how it runs nor is he interested. He only understands and is interested in profit. This is another industry he will cede to the Chinese. Odd to say, but the Chinese will have to save us now. I’m still not convinced the Europeans are fully committed to the effort. The Russians don’t care. The Indians are too obsessed with catching up. The Brazilians need help.
  13. And, finally, this election has now effectively normalized The OF. Which is stunning. There are millions of young people who will not know anything but. They will look at The OF’s resume and shrug. They will listen to him speak and shrug. They live in a country with a two-party system and one of them will be…this. For a long time. That legacy will continue.

It’s all quite dark if you ask me. (Democracy dies in darkness, indeed. Also, of all the eulogies for “America” I have read today this might be the best if not the smartest.)

I do know this: Ideologues keep going and going until they can’t. Until the wall of opposition to them becomes too high and too powerful. Ideologues ignore consequences because they can. And this is what will happen here. Some things can be fixed, of course. All systems go through course corrections. But some things can’t be fixed. Not on human timelines. And it is those I most worry about.

In 2016, I pretty much stopped watching the news and listening to it on the radio. I couldn’t stand the voices and not just The OF’s, but all of them. I couldn’t listen to the idiocy of the ideas, but more than that, the idiocy of the media, the sports-talkification of it all, pundits yelling at each other, or ignoring what was being said, facts or no facts, so they could get to their next point. It had all become gamified. Everything. The media made me angry not because of the content but the context in which it was all happening. Trust in the media has gone down in the US (and elsewhere) and that was the point. When you stop trusting the media you can say anything. And so you do. Because there are no consequences.

I have just published a book set in 2017, after the start of the first OF presidency. The fact I have to qualify that now makes me a bit ill. And the fact I could have set the book in 2025 makes me more ill yet. So we are, indeed, Still Ill.

George Constanza, the surprisingly prescient character from Seinfeld, once said “it’s not a lie if you believe it.” Not that a lie, no matter how widely held, changes the truth. And that means any truth, a concept which may be more and more elusive. But we live in an age where simple concepts, such as “the truth” are not so simple. And the sad part is many people simply don’t care.

 

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When Your Local Bookstore No Longer Has Your New Book (After A Week)

Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Because they had it, a bit before the launch date, and now, a little over a week later, they don’t. Which I discovered yesterday when I went to pick up Jeff Vandermeer’s latest.

It bugged me. It also didn’t. This bookstore, and it’s a great bookstore, is kind of, I don’t know, hip, I think that’s the word, though maybe not, who knows really what words really mean to the people who read them, but my book, despite its smashing cover, is not hip, not in the sense I mean it, and so probably not quite right for the bookstore. Like it wouldn’t pass the curation sniff test with this place. It sits athwart the list. The vibe.

I launched my last book at this store. And now, after a week, they have none of the new one. So, glass half-full: they ordered it and sold them all and were unprepared for the orders. Fair enough. Glass half-empty: they ordered a few copies and those few copies sold (I signed two copies when I went in) and they didn’t think they could sell anymore and so that’s that. Because there are other books that will be published, and more and more (and here I imagine Seinfeld’s Newman describing the relentlessness of the mail…”The mail never stops…And then it’s Publisher’s Clearing House!”) and, well, a small bookshop has to make room for all those new books. And my publisher, as great as they are, is also small. They have limited means to…market books. (Though this reality is not exclusive to authors published by indie presses, I get that.)

A book becomes an old product the moment it is released. Unless people buy it. Then, and only then, does it have a shelf life.

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Because Unboxing Is Now A Thing

I unboxed the book when I received the package from the printer. Or, rather, I UNBOXED it. That’s what one must do now. I posted a video of the unboxing to  social media. I won’t do it here. You can find the videos (there is more than one) with minimal effort if that kind of thing interests you.

But what I will do is post a photo of the box itself:

The book is very orange. The cover is gorgeous. It is by David Gee. It is like a shot of Vitamin C. Fights scurvy! (a smart quip by another writer on social media). And yes, the carpet is real. We used to keep it in the washroom but, you know, the washroom is not the best place for shag carpets even though the 70s happened. But once we fixed that issue, I kept it and it now lies proudly – if a shag carpet can be proud of anything – on the floor by my bedside. The fact there is an orange shag carpet in my book is completely unrelated to the orange shag in my bedroom. I’m being honest here.

The Reeds is out October 15. Meaning soon. Very soon.

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