Power currupts," said Lord Acton. "And absolute power corrupts absolutely".--Hear that Dick and Carl Rove in your bunker?
Watch it. Dick still has his trusty blunderbuss.
But now we come to literary power in Canada. How come I ain't got any any more, and I'm still corrupt.?
Ah, literary power.
Joseph Boyden wins 2008 Scotiabank Giller Prize
Updated Tue. Nov. 11 2008 10:01 PM ET
CTV.ca News Staff
Novelist Joseph Boyden is the winner of the 2008 Scotiabank Giller Prize, one of the country's most prestigious literary awards. Boyden receives $50,000 in prize money for his book "Through Black Spruce."
He thanked his mother for his win, saying that through her "selfless love and hard work" she helped guide him on his proper path.
The announcement was made at the 15th annual Scotiabank Giller Prize gala. Hosted by Seamus O'Regan, co-anchor of CTV's Canada AM, the black-tie literary event held at Toronto's Four Seasons Hotel was broadcast live on Bravo! and on CTV's Video Player.
Boyden's win puts the spotlight on a new wave of Canadian writers who bring divergent themes and world perspectives to their books.
Two women and three men were nominated for this year's prize.
Montreal writer Rawi Hage became toast of the fall awards season with his sophomore novel, "Cockroach." This book about a lowly outsider looking for meaning in his life was also shortlisted for a Writers' Trust Award and the Governor General's Literary Award.
Well, congratulations to Joseph Boyden. A true Canadian this time. Aboriginal. About as Canadian as you can get.
And power to the Giller judges who finally seem to have seen the light.
For the longest time, it seems, Rawi Hage's Cockroach had been all the rage, especially when he won the mammoth IMPAC prize in Ireland.
Says one cruel wag commenting on the Giller win, "At last. They have killed the Cockroach. Splat."
Heh. No wonder I was getting all that flak from anonymous book editors when I criticized Mr. Hage's subject matter.
"Nothing for you, Ivan if you ever get to our publishing house."
Sheesh. I haven't even submitted yet. A rejection before I even find a stamp?
Why you anonymous little pipsqueak with a grammatical mistake in every sentence. Heaven forbid you should ever be my editor. You write like I make love. All speed and fury of the attack. No skill.
Moreover, some people on the judging committe at the Giller know me, and I know them. Who the hell are you you illiterate little nance?
Ah but I know why I was attacked. Unbeknownst to me, they were priming Mr. Hage for a second run at the Giller after he won the IMPAC. If my little scribbles had an efffect on that, then I am sorry. I guess everybody betting on Mr. Hage was congnizant of Murphy's Law. "If anything can go wrong, it will."
I had said, "I liked Cockroach better when it was written by Kafka."
Hate to splat a Cockroach when it's down.
Mr. Hage himself is no cockroach. His life reminds me of a Newfoundland aphorism:
"Every man's gotta eat a tonna shit." Well, there was a time in my childhood too that I had wished somebody would change my diet. No monopoly on war and suffering.
Overall, Mr. Hage is indeed a skilled writer.
And a Christian.
But remember Exodus 20:2–17
Thou shalt not steal.