T.R.U.E. (Tuesday Round-up of Everything), Week of 7/22, Post #1In between Ian Rogers' superb reading and mine last week at the ChiZine event in Toronto, Kari Maaren and her ukelele popped up onstage and delivered a ripping, rousing version of this song. Having just heard it again, I've decided that it's even funnier and smarter than I thought. It doesn't just skewer the entire Canadian literary establishment; it pretty much nails the rampant snobbery among that substantial garrison of the entire English-speaking literary world hellbent on keeping Literature safe from anyone with an imagination. Best, funniest piece of litcrit I've sung all year:
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