The Writing Life: Journals, 1975-2005
George Fetherling
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0773541144
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
had no interest whatever in the stock market as such – no interest and no knowledge. But I’ve always been a keen student of the 1920s in other respects, and resolved to use the opportunity to write an essay-indisguise about urban modernism in Canada (where the financial calamity differed in several fundamental ways from the events in United States). I ended up producing the manuscript of a small book, published the following year as Gold Diggers of 1929, from which Weekend took what it needed to
so many $1,000 dresses all together in one room, and indeed the place does seem lousy with Fieldses and such. We amuse ourselves cracking private jokes about the old coots and their cootessas and their young very white daughters who look like centrefolds from Town and Country. W remarks that [a friend in Toronto], seeing so many eligible bankers, would have a vaginal heart attack on the spot. The banquet must feature 600 or 700 people, including two former
from time to time, which the Citizen in Ottawa had declared incomprehensible. Today, for instance, he has an editorial whose subject is the speed of light. Apparently he’s in favour of it. I’ve always been a gravity man myself, preferring the tangible. Today I ask Neil how I’m doing and he makes a circle with his thumb and forefinger, referring to my long piece on why a hereditary Senate would result eventually in a chamber
final demise of the sectarian at the hand of the secular? I doubt it, but this is the kind of thought one can wholesale to impoverished editorial writers. The restaurant seems not to have suffered much by the change of management – its founder having moved to Florida. What Toronto really lacks, however, is a restaurant whose walls are papered in fading 8 x 10s of third-rate actors and corrupt aldermen, the sort of place at
2013-02-08 10:48:54 176 The Writing Life sunday, 19 september / toronto Lori Wright helps me hang my little show at the Annex Art Centre. A small crowd, including two purchasers (Sandra Shaul and Carolyn Wood) help Joy, the proprietor, almost recoup the cost of the food.11 Rough times for art patronage these days. thursday, 23 september / ottawa Following my reading at the National Library, I’m back in my room at the Lord Elgin having a nightcap