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Has anyone seen where Canada went?




Am I the only one who wonders where Canada went?
A glance at the Books section in today’s Toronto Star prompts the question.
Here we find 12 reviews: five long (maybe 600 words), two short (maybe 300), and five micro (say 35). And not one of the 12 treats anything related to Canada.
Let’s not count the micros, which focus on science-based books. Fair enough.
But the “longs” treat works set in Wisconsin, San Francisco, New York, Paris, and California. The “shorts” look to Washington and New Hampshire. And of the seven authors, only one is Canadian.
What are we to conclude? Maybe most Canadian writers aren’t producing anything worth reading? Or maybe Canada is really, really boring: not worth writing about?
Hey, wait a minute. Haven’t we seen this movie before? 
Somehow, we’ve gone back to the future, only it looks like 1968.

Ken McGoogan
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Creative Writing Turns 50 At University of British Columbia


Gotta love this caricature by Chloe Cushman, one of several that turns up in Saturday's National Post. The article, put together by Mark Medley, celebrates the 50th anniversary of the Creative Writing Program at University of British Columbia. Contributors include Andreas Schroeder, Leo McKay, Nancy Lee, Charlotte Gill, Madeleine Thien, and Andrew Westoll, among others. Our Hero's offering goes like this . . . .
Forty years ago, when I flew west to write a novel while earning an MFA, I brought a portable typewriter and two dozen books. Having graduated top of my journalism class at Ryerson and worked as a reporter at the Toronto Star, I was stunned when, at my first novel-writing workshop, instead of hailing my genius, the other grad students kicked me to the curb with faint praise. I spent the next two years discovering how little I knew about storytelling. Cortazar, Marquez, Butor, Lessing, Achebe, Calvino. Where had these magicians been hiding? My mentor was novelist Robert Harlow, who had recently published Scann. After flying as a bomber pilot in the Second World War, Harlow had become the first Canadian to attend the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Back home in B.C., he had helped run CBC Radio before moving to UBC at the invitation of Earle Birney. Both men battled to keep the creative writing department separate from the English department. With Harlow looking over my shoulder, I completed a novel that served as my thesis. Years later, after rewrites, it emerged via Pottersfield Press as my second book, Visions of Kerouac: A Novel. The rest, as Harlow used to say, is persiflage.

Ken McGoogan
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Before turning mainly to books about arctic exploration and Canadian history, Ken McGoogan worked for two decades as a journalist at major dailies in Toronto, Calgary, and Montreal. He teaches creative nonfiction writing through the University of Toronto and in the MFA program at King’s College in Halifax. Ken served as chair of the Public Lending Right Commission, has written recently for Canada’s History, Canadian Geographic, and Maclean’s, and sails with Adventure Canada as a resource historian. Based in Toronto, he has given talks and presentations across Canada, from Dawson City to Dartmouth, and in places as different as Edinburgh, Melbourne, and Hobart.

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