Last Friday I was lucky enough to attend the Atlantic Ink Awards in Halifax, and although our own supremely talented Sara Tilley did not win, as I personally think she should have, the evening remained worthwhile as it also featured an address by Alistair MacLeod. Part of his talk was about how he believes writers write about what worries them, and how he realized he maybe had said this too often when he heard Margaret Atwood on the radio saying, in response to the question, 'Why did you write Onyx and Crake?' - 'Well, Alistair MacLeod says we should write about what worries us.' But it does explain, he said, how much winter is in Canadian writing, as Canadians as a whole worry about winter, and quite right too, because winter could kill you. And how nice to hold that in mind on this very fine Thursday while walking around with the leaves finally coming out, no jacket on, the chance perhaps to sit in the backyard and drink a glass of riesling, and think, but not today, buddy, not today.
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