It's hidden behind the pay wall, but in his Globe & Mail column today, Russell Smith goes after Ken McGoogan for complaining about fiction hogging all the press and high-profile awards.
I love it when authors scrap in public, though in this case, the tone is more akin to a couple members of the United Empire Loyalists or the Meaford Model Airplane Club having a few too many sherries at the monthly meeting and getting yappy, and the stakes are just as low.
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Just wait till the poets weigh in, then things'll get really nasty . . .
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