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In the hallowed halls of Main Street, in the aptly named Cottage Bistro, there shall be a gathering, and this gathering shall be called “The Launch! with PRISM, Event, poetry is dead, and Room Magazine.”
The date of this party shall be the seventeenth of April (a Thursday, methinks), in the year of 2014.
And the time of this event shall be seven in the evening.
And there one Ashleigh of House Rajala shall go forth and read aloud the words issued by her own hand.
Or, in the words of the event organizers:
Please join us as we celebrate our latest issues and the spirit of literary magazines in BC!! With special musical guests ‘Vocal Jazz Jam with Woolysock Band.’ Readers include: Billeh Nickerson, Dina Del Bucchia, Ashleigh Rajala, and Karen Lee. Our MC is Elizabeth Bachinsky!
In other news, I’m running out of creative ways to make simple announcements.
One of the things I am going to miss about Britain (more on that later) is the fact that Morrissey releasing an autobiography warrants not just mentions on the news but also hardcore, “man-on-the-street” journalism. Truly, the public needed to know what the average Mancunian thought of Morrissey. We needed to know, I tell you!
I knew the autobiography existed beforehand, but never gave it that much thought. I like The Smiths, but I’m rather agnostic when it comes to Morrissey himself. It’s not that I don’t know whether he’s a genius or a douchebag, but I accept the fact that it is impossible for meagre human beings to actually know whether he’s a genius or a douchebag. (And most of what one considers post-punk proves the two are not mutually exclusive.)
However, watching the frontman for a Smiths cover band read excerpts, interspersed with what could have been the cast of Coronation Street singing the praises of praise-worthy singing, made me think I might actually want to pick up this tome. But on the other hand…. do I?
Con: Give it a week and these revelations will be on his Wikipedia page.
Pro: He uses phrases like “Kafka-esque.”
Con: See above.
Pros: It’s been heralded in some reviews with such laudits as “the best written musical autobiography since Bob Dylan’s Chronicles.” (The Telegraph)
Cons: But The Independent called it “droning narcissism and the whine of self-pity.”
Pro: I really like The Smiths because I am a cliche apparently.
Con: It looked really long when they showed it on TV.
Pro: I really like the Penguin Classics cover.
Con: And the fact that it’s just called Autobiography.
Wait, but I said I liked that. But it is rather pretentious without much substance other than the pretension itself, which is really kind of the point… but… medium… message… art… music… brain… knot….
Oh crap. I will just have to wait until we get to the Manchester airport, where it will inevitably be on every wire rack in every W.H. Smith’s across that aerial sprawl, and decide then.
If you, like most of humanity, find me charming, intelligent, affable and engaging as hell to listen to, then thank whichever god you think created you because I am going to be doing a reading! If you find me to be none of the above, then luckily for you there will be other readers as well.
This is all part of the SFU Writer’s Studio Reading Series, more details on which you can find here.
7 pm, July 15, 2011 @ Take 5 Café (429 Granville Street at Hastings, in downtown Vancouver)
So join me alongside several other local writers, where I’ll be reading some stuff from projects I’ve been working on and possibly some short fiction. Things might get interesting.