The Paul Wells Show - The Summer Reading Episode
Episode Date: July 16, 2025This week Paul Wells and three friends share their summer reading. Globe and Mail reporter Shannon Proudfoot, veteran Liberal strategist Scott Reid, and Juno-winning singer-songwriter Donovan Woods e...ach discuss a book they're reading this summer — and a book they'd recommend from all their earlier summers of reading. It's a feast for bookworms.
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                                         So what are you reading this summer?
                                         
                                         So I'm reading What It Takes by Richard Ben Kramer.
                                         
                                         It's almost like a beachy read, like it's just like gossipy and beautiful and oh man
                                         
                                         it's just wonderful.
                                         
                                         I'm just I'm gobbling it up as fast as you can gobble up a thousand page telephone book.
                                         
                                         This week what we may eventually remember as the first annual summer reading episode.
                                         
                                         I'm Paul Wells, welcome to the Paul Wells show. This one is fun. We've been posting greatest hits
                                         
                                         from my Brief But Excellent archive this summer and that's cool, but I figured we were due for
                                         
    
                                         something fresh and light and summery. I'm not
                                         
                                         going to lie. I swiped the idea for this week's episode from the 99% Invisible podcast. They did
                                         
                                         an episode where they just got the staff together to talk about what they're reading this summer.
                                         
                                         And if there's one thing book people have in common, it's that they love books and you can
                                         
                                         hear it in their voices. I wanted to get some of that feeling on this show.
                                         
                                         So today we're just going to talk about books.
                                         
                                         My guests are Shannon Proudfoot, the fantastic
                                         
                                         Globe and Mail political feature writer, who's
                                         
    
                                         one of my favourite colleagues to compare notes
                                         
                                         with as we go through our respective work days.
                                         
                                         Scott Reed, the political analyst, speechwriter,
                                         
                                         and former communications director for
                                         
                                         Prime Minister Paul Martin.
                                         
                                         You may know Scott as the shy one on the Curse of Politics podcast.
                                         
                                         And Donovan Woods, the Juno-winning singer-songwriter who joined us from his cottage after wrapping
                                         
                                         up a long tour.
                                         
    
                                         Donovan and I both grew up in Sarnia.
                                         
                                         Shannon and Donovan have a friend in common.
                                         
                                         Scott is the world's biggest
                                         
                                         Shannon Proudfoot fan and I've got a podcast. So that's how we're all connected. The rules were
                                         
                                         simple. Share with the group about the book you're reading this summer. Then pick one book out of all
                                         
                                         your previous summers of reading and talk about that. The results were amazing, as you will hear now.
                                         
                                         Let's talk about books.
                                         
                                         Um, everyone at least claims to be reading in the summer.
                                         
    
                                         And I thought that you three were likely to
                                         
                                         actually, uh, be doing some reading in the summer.
                                         
                                         So Shannon, what are you reading this summer?
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         So I feel like I have to preface this because I
                                         
                                         know someone who once went into an interview with
                                         
                                         a Canadian newspaper carrying a copy of the New
                                         
                                         York times as a prop and got called out for it. So I feel like I have to say, this is not one of
                                         
    
                                         those. I swear I'm actually reading this and it's spectacular. So I'm reading what it takes by Richard
                                         
                                         Ben Crane, which is a brick of a book. It's over a thousand pages long. It is, for those who are not sighing in delighted
                                         
                                         recognition like Scott and Paul, it is an astonishingly deep, detailed, but I would hasten
                                         
                                         to add, wildly readable account of the primaries for the 1988 presidential election. So I'm about 250 pages in and I just met little Joey Biden but I'm like
                                         
                                         knee-deep in George HW Bush, Michael Dukakis, Gary Hart and oh man like as a
                                         
                                         piece of wordcraft Paul I think I actually already texted you the page I'm
                                         
                                         gonna read because when I got to this page my jaw dropped. So what it is that I
                                         
                                         was reading a bit last night
                                         
    
                                         about how Kramer did it, there's different accounts.
                                         
                                         It either took him four years or six years to write it.
                                         
                                         I believe either, I would believe 12,
                                         
                                         but it came out, I think it came out in 92.
                                         
                                         So it must've been about four years.
                                         
                                         Came out during the next election cycle.
                                         
                                         His reporting was so deep at one point,
                                         
                                         he was living with Al Gore's family in Kansas,
                                         
    
                                         like just kind of embedding
                                         
                                         with them to understand it. So it's got this beautiful, it's what I aspire to at my very
                                         
                                         best and rarely rarely reach where you know your subject so well, he's just constantly speaking in
                                         
                                         this omniscient narrator's voice. It's like he was a gargoyle, like perched on the shoulder of all
                                         
                                         these guys. But what's wild is it's not, I haven't even gotten to the contemporary stuff yet.
                                         
                                         Like he, it's very depth, depth, the, um, the structure of it.
                                         
                                         He kind of toggles back and forth because the idea is what it takes both.
                                         
                                         How do these people get here?
                                         
    
                                         Why are they hungry for this?
                                         
                                         Why would they torment themselves in this way?
                                         
                                         What allows them to withstand this?
                                         
                                         Um, so he toggles back and forth between sort of each of the main characters,
                                         
                                         the main contenders, origin stories, and kind of contemporary flashes from the primaries.
                                         
                                         But what's wild is, and the bit I'm going to read out loud because I just need us all to understand,
                                         
                                         like to fully see without me paraphrasing clumsily, the depth of the reporting is it's
                                         
                                         not just stuff that he was there for, that he was in the room for, which fine, you know, if you work fast and you keep your antenna up and you listen, you can absorb a wild
                                         
    
                                         amount of detail. It's way, way back. So I'm going to read you a bit from, this is a chapter about,
                                         
                                         or one of the many chapters about young George H.W. Bush. Just for the sake of clarity here,
                                         
                                         he calls him Poppy because in his family that was his nickname because he reminded everyone of his grandfather so he came to be known
                                         
                                         as Poppy or Pop. So this is like this is 88 so I don't know how old Bush is by that point
                                         
                                         late 40s 50s. So this is going back to his college baseball days. So we're rewinding
                                         
                                         about 30 years here and this is what some of what he writes. This whole section,
                                         
                                         I would say, like on George Bush's college baseball at Andover, goes on for about six
                                         
                                         pages. But here's a little bit. And he's also for the sake of clarity, the guy he's talking
                                         
    
                                         about called Flop is a coach, sort of an old wizened old man who's kind of tossing the
                                         
                                         ball back and forth. Here. Finally, there was Poppy alone, crouched on the balls of his feet at first
                                         
                                         space, and all the fellows, whatever they were doing,
                                         
                                         fiddling with a mitt, tying spikes, everyone stopped to watch this thing
                                         
                                         between Poppy and Flop. It was so intimate, just between them really, but it
                                         
                                         was also a touchstone for the game to come,
                                         
                                         a check of the hands that day. Flop would hit a grounder down to first and Poppy would throw home. The
                                         
                                         catcher would throw back to first and Poppy would fire back to the plate. But
                                         
    
                                         he wouldn't run to the bench, he charged the plate right down the baseline,
                                         
                                         streaking in. And Flop would try to wrap one by him. Never too hard, he made it
                                         
                                         fair. But you could see in the jawline of that old coach, he was trying to beat
                                         
                                         that kid's
                                         
                                         beautiful hands. And what they remembered most was the way Poppy came at him, flying down the line
                                         
                                         with the air and the strain pulling his face taut, laughing with the pure joy of contest.
                                         
                                         Like, can you even imagine the depth of reporting to be able to write that with that level of
                                         
                                         authority and detail about 25, 30 year old events? And there's a clear through line, right? Because the whole thrust
                                         
    
                                         of Bush versus Gore in this book is that everything is a struggle for Gore and everything is Gore just
                                         
                                         gritting things out and everything is easy for George. George just cruises in with a big smile
                                         
                                         on his handsome face and the world just offers itself up for him. I always think when I watch hockey that I'm sort of at a disadvantage. I can watch a lot of hockey
                                         
                                         with my husband but because I've never played like not even like I mean I shoot balls with my kids
                                         
                                         in the driveway. When great players play by definition they make everything look easy and
                                         
                                         because I've never tried to do it I have no concept of how hard the thing is they're making easy.
                                         
                                         I've never tried to do it.
                                         
                                         I have no concept of how hard the thing is they're making easy, but I do a little tiny
                                         
    
                                         baby version of what Kramer does.
                                         
                                         And that blows my damn mind, uh, how he did
                                         
                                         that, the depth of reporting.
                                         
                                         And it's also so conversational.
                                         
                                         Like as much as this sounds like a try hard
                                         
                                         pick, it's almost like a beachy read.
                                         
                                         Like it's just like gossipy and beautiful.
                                         
                                         And oh man, it's just wonderful.
                                         
    
                                         I'm just, I'm gobbling it up as fast as you
                                         
                                         can gobble up a thousand page telephone book.
                                         
                                         The thing about the 88 election is for anyone
                                         
                                         who's lived through that chunk of history, it
                                         
                                         would have to be on anyone's list of the least
                                         
                                         significant American elections.
                                         
                                         And yet this guy gives you a thousand pages of it
                                         
                                         and you can't stop reading.
                                         
    
                                         You know.
                                         
                                         That's pretty tough.
                                         
                                         I thought, Donovan, you're going to wonder like, God, how did I wander into this land of prophets?
                                         
                                         Sorry, because we've all read this book.
                                         
                                         It might be my favorite political book of all time.
                                         
                                         Like, on All I See is Shannon.
                                         
                                         I just love it.
                                         
                                         And my, it's been a long time since I've read it, but the thing that I remember most keenly
                                         
    
                                         is also about George H.W. Bush.
                                         
                                         When he describes George H.W. Bush's mental gymnastics, literally like writing about
                                         
                                         the efforts he's going to not to curse out loud.
                                         
                                         So he doesn't want to curse because that would offend
                                         
                                         everything that is patrician about George H.W.
                                         
                                         Bush and everything about George H.W.
                                         
                                         Bush is patrician.
                                         
                                         So he couldn't possibly curse in public.
                                         
    
                                         And so he's like trying to find words and then it all kind of
                                         
                                         emerges in that gobbly goo Dana Carvey impersonation kind of
                                         
                                         goofiness stuff and it's, Oh God.
                                         
                                         And when you get to Biden, you're going to love it, Shannon,
                                         
                                         cause it is, it is a portrait that now in contrast with, you
                                         
                                         know, more recent events is really quite startling cause that's when the big lift of his, of his speech comes, right?
                                         
                                         So anyway, it's kind of, yeah, it's kind of like,
                                         
                                         I almost wish I'd read this last summer,
                                         
    
                                         except I had no time to breathe last summer.
                                         
                                         But yeah, it's, it is an astonishing piece of journalism.
                                         
                                         And it's not, there's no ego.
                                         
                                         The writing to me doesn't wreak a Vigo,
                                         
                                         which I think I wouldn't like.
                                         
                                         It's, it's very down to earth.
                                         
                                         Beautiful. Yeah. So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so to me doesn't wreak a ego, which I think I wouldn't like. It's, it's very down to earth. Beautiful.
                                         
                                         Yeah. So Scott, the bar is high. What are you
                                         
    
                                         reading this summer, Scott Reed?
                                         
                                         Sorry, I didn't mean to do that.
                                         
                                         Well, it's kind of pathetic because like, first of
                                         
                                         all, I will say I'm reading an endless stream of
                                         
                                         comic books, both online. Yes, I read comic books online now, but
                                         
                                         also like in hardcover. So I'm particularly enjoying Jeff
                                         
                                         Lemire's Minor Ocona, which I had missed when he first put it
                                         
                                         out. So now I'm reading it in a collected version. But I, again,
                                         
    
                                         Donovan, you're gonna be like, what in hell am I doing here?
                                         
                                         Why did I end up in this terrible corner
                                         
                                         of political nerd library?
                                         
                                         But I'm reading a two volume,
                                         
                                         get a load of me, pretentious tit,
                                         
                                         that I am a two volume biography
                                         
                                         of William Lyon Mackenzie King by this guy, Anton Wagner,
                                         
                                         who I think you guys know,
                                         
    
                                         my buddy Art from Kingston, Art Millans, put me onto this. So Art had received this when it was unpublished and told me, you've got to read this.
                                         
                                         It's a two volume, it's called The Spiritualist Prime Minister. It is an unbelievably comprehensive catalog
                                         
                                         of the extent of Mackenzie King's spiritualist
                                         
                                         and just flat out strange experiences, right?
                                         
                                         So that corner, so.
                                         
                                         So is this book new?
                                         
                                         Like has it been published recently or?
                                         
                                         Yeah, so there's a famous book from like 50 famous
                                         
    
                                         within like political history circles,
                                         
                                         CP Stacy, who was actually a military historian
                                         
                                         and therefore political historians looked down
                                         
                                         on their nose at him and thought that he was a bit
                                         
                                         of a charlatan, he wrote a book called A Very Double Life
                                         
                                         and that, and like 40, 50 years ago,
                                         
                                         that's what blew the lid off the fact
                                         
                                         that King was a spiritualist and he wrote about
                                         
    
                                         and disclosed the existence of what was called
                                         
                                         the little table, a King's mirror where he would hold seances and so on and so forth.
                                         
                                         It became a matter of real dispute.
                                         
                                         Then the King Diaries were released.
                                         
                                         When I was at Queens,
                                         
                                         I actually ran this great scam when I was one credit shy of graduating,
                                         
                                         where I got them to just like basically I just got to go and read
                                         
                                         the King Diaries in the archives.
                                         
    
                                         And then I had to write like a 50 page thing about it. And they give me a full credit for doing that
                                         
                                         in May and June so I could like actually get my degree. So I became immersed in that life.
                                         
                                         And it's, it is like the King Diaries were talking like 400,000 pages of like, he collected all
                                         
                                         letters, he would write, he would keep all the
                                         
                                         Christmas cards he received and correspondence, but then he would also make copies of the Christmas
                                         
                                         cards that he would send to others. He would keep a note of what he said in those cards.
                                         
                                         From the time he was like 20, he was cataloging and recording his own history. So certain was he that he was bound for destiny and so obsessed
                                         
                                         was he with the idea of writing his own obituary, his own record, right? But the diaries are fascinating
                                         
    
                                         because you therefore know that they are his elevated, puffed up notion of what he was doing and what his motives were.
                                         
                                         But no one can write that much without betraying themselves.
                                         
                                         So then you start to read in between the lines what was really going on and all those idiosyncrasies.
                                         
                                         Anyway, C.P. Stacey goes through all this stuff. He goes through a bunch of other material.
                                         
                                         Fifty years ago, he discloses that King was a spiritualist,
                                         
                                         and this causes a bit of a sensation in political circles. Some historians rejected it and they said it was,
                                         
                                         you know, kind of half-assed tomfoolery history.
                                         
                                         Now Wagner, and it's been accepted since then,
                                         
    
                                         but Wagner has gone from,
                                         
                                         he'd done this massive comprehensive recording
                                         
                                         where he goes through and like,
                                         
                                         he had something like 133 sessions of fullledged seances. He went to England,
                                         
                                         especially during his years as opposition leader and after he was prime minister for a year or two
                                         
                                         before he died, goes to England. He had favorite mediums in England and he would make contact,
                                         
                                         I shit you not, with a list of characters that would bend your brain. He would talk about
                                         
                                         seances where obviously Wulford Laurier will come and say it to speak to him, FDR after he passed away, right? John the Baptist, Anne Boleyn, Queen Victoria, there were no end,
                                         
    
                                         more pedestrian folks obviously as well, but these great historical characters, his mother would be a
                                         
                                         frequent guest, his brother had passed. So he would have these seances and they would always be
                                         
                                         So he would have these seances and they would always be astonishingly reassuring.
                                         
                                         So, it would always be like,
                                         
                                         President Roosevelt visited last night.
                                         
                                         There'd be like these, he visited our little table
                                         
                                         and reassured me that my assessment of the Europeans
                                         
                                         was quite right and the Canada must keep itself aloof.
                                         
    
                                         You know, and it'd be blah, blah, blah,
                                         
                                         all this stuff and always that.
                                         
                                         So I'll read a little, he became obsessed,
                                         
                                         but also he was a lifelong bachelor,
                                         
                                         but not homosexual, very weird,
                                         
                                         between his mother and he had a lifelong best friend,
                                         
                                         this society lady in Ottawa, Joan Paterson.
                                         
                                         His ability to interrelate with women was extraordinary.
                                         
    
                                         It's just like you and me, Shannon, right?
                                         
                                         Very, very awkward, very uncomfortable.
                                         
                                         There's something deeply flawed and emotionally captured about it. But
                                         
                                         so he became obsessed with this one woman, Miss Elliot, who was a medium. She would become
                                         
                                         a frequent, Ellen Elliot. She was a frequent visitor. So here's just a little, I'll read you
                                         
                                         a quick sample. I won't go into, I mean, there's passages from this
                                         
                                         that are banana Rama,
                                         
                                         because he does annotate all of these interactions.
                                         
    
                                         She's a woman of wide business experience,
                                         
                                         very alert and active.
                                         
                                         She told me, this is King himself
                                         
                                         and as captured by Wagner.
                                         
                                         She told me all this had happened within the past two weeks.
                                         
                                         She is confident there would be
                                         
                                         further considerable developments.
                                         
                                         No one in this wide world will make me believe
                                         
    
                                         that her wanting to see me, bringing these photographs, and wanting to see me was a matter of chance.
                                         
                                         That she was not directed to come and to bring me what would be evidence beyond all doubt
                                         
                                         that my mother and others were working with her or letting me see this great Russian espionage
                                         
                                         business is something in which they are all interested and that I am being brought into
                                         
                                         contact with them. Also, that they are living preserving their personalities
                                         
                                         and helping that there's no such thing as death as we think of it but a
                                         
                                         continuation hereafter of life.
                                         
                                         This was the longest serving prime minister in the country, the longest
                                         
    
                                         serving prime minister in Commonwealth history, a man renowned for his
                                         
                                         mercenary skill in dispatching opponents,
                                         
                                         and he believed in everything.
                                         
                                         It's astonishing.
                                         
                                         He believed that his mother guided him.
                                         
                                         He would receive these messages and endless numbers of seance, spiritualists, and he
                                         
                                         believed in electric currents of magnetic pulses that guided sexual
                                         
                                         impulse and sexual desire and Wagner writes extensively about it. So it's a fascinating read.
                                         
    
                                         I know it's not, you don't think of it as exactly summer doc reading, but like,
                                         
                                         I am loving it to death and it is in its own way wildly sensational.
                                         
                                         He was messed up. He was messed up.
                                         
                                         King was messed up.
                                         
                                         He was, you know, the Dennis Lee thing, right?
                                         
                                         He played with a string and thought of his mother, but.
                                         
                                         It's fun though.
                                         
                                         It sounds, it sounds like a blast.
                                         
    
                                         It sounds horrifying.
                                         
                                         Donovan, what are you reading this summer?
                                         
                                         The last thing I read that I really liked was
                                         
                                         a book by this guy called Keith McNally,
                                         
                                         who is a restaurateur who started a bunch of
                                         
                                         famous restaurants in New York.
                                         
                                         And I'd never heard of this guy's restaurants.
                                         
                                         The only reason I knew about one of them, one
                                         
    
                                         of them called the Odeon is because it's on the
                                         
                                         cover of a Richard Price book that I read.
                                         
                                         And I didn't even realize it was a real
                                         
                                         restaurant, but Keith McNally started that
                                         
                                         restaurant.
                                         
                                         He had a stroke.
                                         
                                         He wrote a long memoir after having a stroke.
                                         
                                         And he talks about how he types after having a stroke.
                                         
    
                                         And it's all very arduous, intense process.
                                         
                                         But it's a guy.
                                         
                                         The reason I bought the book is because I was attracted
                                         
                                         to the title, which is, I regret almost everything,
                                         
                                         which I relate to intensely.
                                         
                                         I feel that way about most everything that I
                                         
                                         don't know what it is about that sentence but as soon as I saw that book
                                         
                                         I was like whatever this says I think I'm reading it. And it's about this
                                         
    
                                         restaurateur this guy's from England grew up in in in London and turns out he
                                         
                                         grew up like two streets away from a Airbnb that I often rent in London when
                                         
                                         I'm there writing songs and I was in Bethnal Green and it was thrilling to hear about that. And then he moved to New York when he was
                                         
                                         in his 20s after like, you know, being in theater and touring the world and then the
                                         
                                         list of the restaurants he started was like Balthazar, Minetta Tavern, Pastis, like the
                                         
                                         ones you've heard about from Sex and the City and things like that, you know, I mean, like restaurants that are kind of in the culture in some way, you can hear about
                                         
                                         them all the time. Anyway, so his memoir is all about his life. It's really interesting.
                                         
                                         It's not a role model. It's kind of an anti-hero in a certain way. And I have a real attraction
                                         
    
                                         to for better, you know, for lack of a better pieces of shit who really succeed in a big time way.
                                         
                                         I have like a real sort of empathy for them.
                                         
                                         I love them for some reason.
                                         
                                         And there's something about his like naked,
                                         
                                         strange ambition that is really inspiring to read about.
                                         
                                         He just sees a space,
                                         
                                         decides that it needs to be a restaurant.
                                         
                                         And then he follows these weird dreamy steps to acquire the furniture and the things that he needs to make it exactly as he decides
                                         
    
                                         it to be. It goes wildly over budget, and then they open it up and it succeeds wildly.
                                         
                                         And then he does this like over and over and over again. I think to the detriment of his
                                         
                                         personal life, his kids seem to be lukewarm on him at best, his wives are not, nobody likes him, but there's just something
                                         
                                         about his story.
                                         
                                         He just keeps getting beat down and continues to
                                         
                                         get back up.
                                         
                                         It's almost like he's a person of destiny or
                                         
                                         something.
                                         
    
                                         By the end of it, it's emotional.
                                         
                                         I was emotional about how incredible this guy's
                                         
                                         life was.
                                         
                                         This is kind of the appeal of memoir and biography
                                         
                                         a lot of the time is that someone of great
                                         
                                         accomplishment, you, you, you, it's like the Wizard of memoir and biography a lot of the time is that someone
                                         
                                         of great accomplishment, you, you, you, you,
                                         
                                         it's like the wizard of Oz, you pull back the
                                         
    
                                         curtain and it is, the person is not at all
                                         
                                         what you would have deduced from the, the public
                                         
                                         accomplishment, right?
                                         
                                         Like they're, we're all messed up basically.
                                         
                                         If they write a good, honest one, right?
                                         
                                         There's also like the sand off all the edges,
                                         
                                         useless kind of PR
                                         
                                         exercise ones, but the human ones and messy
                                         
    
                                         ones are way better.
                                         
                                         Political memoir too often is where someone
                                         
                                         sits down and says, look, I've thought about
                                         
                                         it all and I was right all along.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Right.
                                         
                                         I was right or I was justified, but
                                         
    
                                         it's never.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         At long last redemption is like the standing
                                         
                                         head for every political memoir.
                                         
                                         I'm reading, I thought about curating my choice
                                         
                                         and picking something that would, you know, be
                                         
                                         clever or make me seem whatever.
                                         
                                         Boo, don't do that.
                                         
    
                                         I decided to, I decided to go with what I'm
                                         
                                         actually reading, which is a book called, uh,
                                         
                                         Going Around Selected Journalism of Murray Kempton. Have any of around selected journalism of Murray Kempton.
                                         
                                         Have any of you guys heard of Murray Kempton?
                                         
                                         No, this is the thing.
                                         
                                         I just had to say I haven't, sorry.
                                         
                                         He was, uh, a leading newspaper columnist
                                         
                                         in New York city for like, uh, more than half
                                         
    
                                         of the 20th century.
                                         
                                         He died in 1997 in his eighties.
                                         
                                         He was this courtly fellow who would always wear
                                         
                                         a dark suit and tie and ride around New York on his bicycle.
                                         
                                         Usually go to the court in the morning and find
                                         
                                         like the most interesting trial.
                                         
                                         For most of his life and most of what people read,
                                         
                                         first of all, he was, he was barely read outside
                                         
    
                                         of New York city, but he was like a hometown hero to like the, the greats of, of, of journalism.
                                         
                                         So David Remnick, the editor of the New Yorker
                                         
                                         says he was the one true original in the business.
                                         
                                         Uh, Joan Didion called him the best we have and
                                         
                                         better than we deserve.
                                         
                                         And so there's this little cottage industry of
                                         
                                         people who are just valiantly trying to mythologize Murray Kempton. and called him the best we have and better than we deserve. And so there's this little cottage industry of
                                         
                                         people who are just valiantly trying to
                                         
    
                                         mythologize Murray Kempton.
                                         
                                         But the thing about him is, uh, he's a
                                         
                                         punishingly difficult read.
                                         
                                         He's the most ornate, uh, and, and, and kind of,
                                         
                                         uh, high flown writer
                                         
                                         I've ever come across in daily journalism.
                                         
                                         And yet he, he almost only ever wrote for New
                                         
                                         York city tabloids.
                                         
    
                                         He was for decades at the New York post and then
                                         
                                         near the end of his life, he was at the, uh,
                                         
                                         New York, New York daily news or no, New York
                                         
                                         news day, which is no longer publishing in New York.
                                         
                                         And, and so he was writing for the lunch
                                         
                                         bucket crowd, he was writing for a working
                                         
                                         class audience, but it, it offended his
                                         
                                         sensibilities to think that he would ever
                                         
    
                                         talk down to these people.
                                         
                                         And, uh, and so Murray Kempton was like sort
                                         
                                         of high intellectual investment to even get
                                         
                                         through his pros, uh, and that actually defeated him as, uh, an
                                         
                                         interviewer.
                                         
                                         He tried a couple of times to do the sort of public
                                         
                                         interviewing stuff that I do, but he himself admitted
                                         
                                         that what he would do was he would talk for a half
                                         
    
                                         hour and then the interview subject would have to say,
                                         
                                         yeah, I basically agree.
                                         
                                         So, so, and, and so the, the, the, near the end of
                                         
                                         his life, uh, he died again in, in 97, William F.
                                         
                                         Buckley, uh, forked out a bunch of money for, uh,
                                         
                                         to publish a collection of his journalism, to try
                                         
                                         and put them on the map.
                                         
                                         And then the Joan Diddians and the David Redneck
                                         
    
                                         said, yes, yes, Murray Kempton is the greatest
                                         
                                         among them, but that's almost a quarter cent.
                                         
                                         That's more than a quarter century ago. Now a couple the David Repnick said, yes, yes, Murray Kempton is the greatest among them, but that's almost a quarter
                                         
                                         cent, that's more than a quarter century ago.
                                         
                                         Now a couple of younger people have put out this
                                         
                                         new collection, which is an attempt to get Murray
                                         
                                         Kempton out of memory and into history to make
                                         
                                         him a legendary figure for people who would
                                         
    
                                         never hear of him.
                                         
                                         And he was a lefty from way back.
                                         
                                         He started out in his student days as a, uh,
                                         
                                         like overtly communist, and then he
                                         
                                         moderated a little bit.
                                         
                                         And he was an absolute champion of the
                                         
                                         civil rights movement in the South.
                                         
                                         He would sit in the back of these Baptist
                                         
    
                                         churches, he would interview the family of
                                         
                                         Emmett Till after he got, uh, murdered.
                                         
                                         He was like, he was, uh, there on the freedom
                                         
                                         march, he was like he was there on the Freedom March.
                                         
                                         He was, and so a lot of his journalism is a constant plea for social justice and really
                                         
                                         about class.
                                         
                                         And I also have excerpts.
                                         
                                         I'll read at least one. We'll see whether I can get through the second excerpts. Um, I'll read at least one.
                                         
    
                                         I'll, um, we'll see whether I can get through
                                         
                                         the second excerpt.
                                         
                                         Um, the first one in 1956, he, his, his buddy,
                                         
                                         his drinking buddy, uh, William F Buckley had
                                         
                                         been publishing national review for about a year.
                                         
                                         And, uh, Murray Kempton collected eight months
                                         
                                         worth of, uh, copies of the national review,
                                         
                                         read all 500 pages and announced that it was just terribly
                                         
    
                                         boring and that his friend William Buckley was
                                         
                                         a failure.
                                         
                                         And that the worst thing for William Buckley,
                                         
                                         who wanted to be interesting was to be a
                                         
                                         bore.
                                         
                                         And here's how he writes that.
                                         
                                         I think I know Buckley well enough to feel that
                                         
                                         I could pronounce to him, nothing crueler than
                                         
    
                                         the judgment that his magazine is a bore.
                                         
                                         He is a young man capable of considerable esprit Buckley well enough to feel that I could pronounce to him, nothing crueler than the judgment
                                         
                                         that his magazine is a bore.
                                         
                                         He is a young man capable of considerable
                                         
                                         esprit as a companion.
                                         
                                         He means a drinking companion.
                                         
                                         He can be preferable to the average assistant
                                         
                                         professor of political science who regards him
                                         
    
                                         as an enemy of the light.
                                         
                                         I do not wish him to fail, except in the superficial
                                         
                                         sense of dying an old man without ever seeing the kind
                                         
                                         of America he thinks he wants.
                                         
                                         And if I did wish him to fail, I could not wish
                                         
                                         him the emptiness of this particular failure.
                                         
                                         Ooh.
                                         
                                         Oh man.
                                         
    
                                         And then, and then it's like 50 years later,
                                         
                                         Buckley pays for the publication of, of his, his
                                         
                                         greatest, you know, because, you know.
                                         
                                         Respect.
                                         
                                         It's like the, it's like the, the, the, the
                                         
                                         sheepdog and the wolf in the Warner Brothers
                                         
                                         cartoons, morning Sam, like they would, you know,
                                         
                                         tear each other to shreds and then they would be
                                         
    
                                         pals.
                                         
                                         This one's heavier.
                                         
                                         Um, during the Montgomery, uh, bus boycott, um,
                                         
                                         he talks about a
                                         
                                         session at one of the churches in Montgomery,
                                         
                                         Alabama, and all the people who are being treated
                                         
                                         so horribly and we're so sure that they were right
                                         
                                         and that their children's children's children's
                                         
    
                                         would talk about them. He says, they come and they
                                         
                                         sit in sparse barns like Bethel Baptist Church
                                         
                                         with signs of their poverty and weakness all around them and they sing the assurance of ultimate peace. I knew this
                                         
                                         would happen. And they sing the assurance of ultimate peace in victory. The most hostile
                                         
                                         white man who came to watch them had to confess that they are better led and sure of the end
                                         
                                         than he is. The deep south has come face to face with the cruel fact that one side possesses
                                         
                                         all the privileges and the other, all the saints.
                                         
                                         Wow.
                                         
    
                                         It's like.
                                         
                                         Lovely writing. There's 30 pieces like that in this book.
                                         
                                         All right.
                                         
                                         So that was new books.
                                         
                                         What do you folks have to recommend from all of
                                         
                                         your previous summers of reading?
                                         
                                         Shannon?
                                         
                                         All right.
                                         
    
                                         As the token girl here, I'm just going to lean
                                         
                                         into that. And here, I'm just
                                         
                                         going to lean into that.
                                         
                                         Um, and also this is going to be a lot, I
                                         
                                         don't know, not lighter exactly, but more
                                         
                                         elegiac, I guess.
                                         
                                         So, uh, your listeners will not be able to see,
                                         
                                         but I have in my hands, my original copy of
                                         
    
                                         the eighth of the Anne of Green Gables book.
                                         
                                         So I still have my whole original box set that
                                         
                                         I got when I was, I don't know, maybe 12 or something, which
                                         
                                         is an extremely middle-aged Canadian lady thing to have. But the, so the book
                                         
                                         obviously everyone knows begins with Anne, but it's an epic sweep.
                                         
                                         There's eight books in the series and the last two books are all about her kids.
                                         
                                         So the seventh book is all about her children as kids. And the eighth book takes
                                         
                                         place during the First World War. And it is about this idyllic family facing the war. And it is all
                                         
    
                                         about the Canadian home front during the war. But the eighth book is called Rilla of Ingleside. And
                                         
                                         Rilla is her youngest daughter. And it's my favorite of the whole series. There's whole passages
                                         
                                         of it that are still kind of in my memory.
                                         
                                         Rilla is sort of Anne reincarnated a little bit, you know, although she's beautiful where Anne
                                         
                                         always considered herself plain and awkward looking. Rilla is gorgeous and spirited and
                                         
                                         there's a lot is made of the fact that Rilla has no ambition. Rilla is basically a party girl when
                                         
                                         the book starts. And then Rilla spends the war at home, adopts a war baby at the age of 16 and raises him
                                         
                                         and is sort of holding down the home fires.
                                         
    
                                         But the relevant part that I'm going to read a little bit of.
                                         
                                         So Anne has six children. Her second oldest son is Walter.
                                         
                                         And Walter is, he's just different than the other kids.
                                         
                                         Super sensitive, a poet, loves beauty,
                                         
                                         hates pain, hates violence, is often made fun of as a sissy by kids at school. I
                                         
                                         actually did a bit of reading because I wondered if Walter was coded that he was
                                         
                                         supposed to be gay, but there's not a lot of like persuasive scholarship that
                                         
                                         suggests that's really it. Walter is just a gentle soul and Walter and Rilla are
                                         
    
                                         incredibly closely bound, even though
                                         
                                         on the surface they are the two most different of the children.
                                         
                                         And so when war breaks out, Walter's brave older brother Jim immediately enlists and
                                         
                                         off he goes and sort of thinks it's going to be a merry brave adventure.
                                         
                                         And Walter holds out as long as he can and then decides he has to for the sake of his
                                         
                                         own sense of dignity, his own sense of pride,
                                         
                                         even though he fears not death but violence and ugliness. He doesn't want to know about the
                                         
                                         ugliness of the world. And finally he enlists and when he enlists, Rilla's heart is broken. Like the
                                         
    
                                         whole story of Walter going off to war is told through the pain Rilla experiences and the worry.
                                         
                                         And so this is about two-thirds of the way through the book. The family has a dog
                                         
                                         named Dog Monday. And when the boys go off to war, this, I might choke up as I read this, so I'm
                                         
                                         sorry. When the boys go off to war, Dog Monday parks himself at the end of the train platform and
                                         
                                         stays and waits for them to come home. He does not leave the train station the entire time the
                                         
                                         Blythe boys are off at war. And then one night,
                                         
                                         Dog Monday starts howling in the middle of the night and stands at the end of the
                                         
                                         train platform and howls and howls and howls.
                                         
    
                                         And the family hears about this from the station master.
                                         
                                         And it's almost difficult to rewind your brain,
                                         
                                         but in a time where you'd wait three days for the newspaper reports or a
                                         
                                         telegram,
                                         
                                         this seems very ominous that the dog seemed to know something had gone awry. And so the family sort of waits on tenterhooks and
                                         
                                         this whole chapter that I'm going to read the very end of is the family on
                                         
                                         eggshells waiting to see what Dog Monday knew. And then after a few days go by and
                                         
                                         there's no bad news, they kind of relax and on I think it's the fifth day Rilla
                                         
    
                                         kind of returns to herself and she wakes up in the morning and there's sunshine and even though it's a war
                                         
                                         Rilla's sort of irrepressible spirit comes back
                                         
                                         So I'm gonna read just the very end of this chapter
                                         
                                         When five days had passed oh also to explain Ingleside is the house where they live
                                         
                                         When five days had passed the Ingleside people began to feel that
                                         
                                         they might be cheerful again. Rilla dashed about the kitchen helping Susan, that's their housekeeper,
                                         
                                         with the breakfast and singing so sweetly and clearly that cousin Sophia, who is sort of the
                                         
                                         neighborhood cranky old lady, across the road heard her and croaked out to her neighbor,
                                         
    
                                         sing before eating, cry before sleeping, I've always heard.
                                         
                                         croaked out to her neighbor. Sing before eating, cry before sleeping, I've always heard.
                                         
                                         Sorry, I'm gonna lose it.
                                         
                                         But Rilla Blythe shed no tears before the nightfall.
                                         
                                         When her father, his face gray and drawn and old,
                                         
                                         came to her that afternoon and told her
                                         
                                         that Walter had been killed in action at Corcelet,
                                         
                                         she crumbled up in a pitiful little heap
                                         
    
                                         of merciful unconsciousness in his arms, nor
                                         
                                         did she waken from her pain for many hours.
                                         
                                         That's the first book that ever made me cry.
                                         
                                         I think I was maybe about 12 the summer I read it.
                                         
                                         And I just think at the risk of like reverse engineering something that may not be true.
                                         
                                         When I read this again, and that whole passage is sort of burned into my memory,
                                         
                                         I think maybe what I learned from that as a writer is that
                                         
                                         the heavier the thing is that you write,
                                         
    
                                         the lighter a touch you use. That you just you treat it with great respect
                                         
                                         and delicacy and sensitivity. These books mean
                                         
                                         so so much to me and I keep trying to press them on my, like a drug dealer and get her to let me read them.
                                         
                                         But the structure of this final book and the structure of that death.
                                         
                                         Oh my God, as a writing feat, it's just, it's carved on my heart.
                                         
                                         So thanks for indulging me.
                                         
                                         Wow.
                                         
                                         I have to start reading those books from the first one.
                                         
    
                                         They're incredible.
                                         
                                         There, I, I sometimes worry that they get painted as like, I don't know, Wow. That's so nice. I have to start reading those books from the first one. They're incredible.
                                         
                                         I sometimes worry that they get painted as like, I
                                         
                                         don't know, Thomas Kinkade painting books, but
                                         
                                         they are genuinely wonderful, wonderful works of
                                         
                                         literature and world building.
                                         
                                         Like they, I started reading them during the
                                         
                                         pandemic just for comfort, but they're, they're
                                         
    
                                         really beautiful.
                                         
                                         They shouldn't be underestimated.
                                         
                                         Huh.
                                         
                                         Scott, what do you, what, what's, what do
                                         
                                         you have from all of your summers?
                                         
                                         Well, I'm not going to cry, which is unusual for me.
                                         
                                         Cause frankly, uh, you know, I can watch an episode of the
                                         
                                         beachcombers and burst into tears.
                                         
    
                                         So, uh, but I'm, I might actually does have an equally.
                                         
                                         I thought a lot about this and, and, and I, I thought about reading on the dock at the cottage literally,
                                         
                                         right? And then I thought, where is the cottage? Oh, it's in Hastings County. And what's a book
                                         
                                         that really, really, really grabbed me by the throat? And when I was about 17 or 18,
                                         
                                         and I know this is like the whitest thing in the world,
                                         
                                         what I'm about to say, and the most Hastings County thing
                                         
                                         in the world, Hastings Prince Edward County,
                                         
                                         Donovan, the HDPs.
                                         
    
                                         So I read the Deptford Trilogy by Robertson Davies, right?
                                         
                                         And it is the quintessential old stock Canadian novel.
                                         
                                         And I love Fifth Business.
                                         
                                         Like I just, the first book in that trilogy,
                                         
                                         Fifth Business, and what, you know, it's also interesting structurally.
                                         
                                         I mean, I don't have the writing talent of you guys,
                                         
                                         but it's in some ways an epistolary novel.
                                         
                                         Like it is, the premise of the novel
                                         
    
                                         is that an aging school teacher is angered
                                         
                                         by the way his career is summarized by a student in a, in a, in a sort of local circular.
                                         
                                         And he writes the headmaster of the school and sort of says, well, here's a
                                         
                                         little bit of complexion on my life and tells this story about growing up in, um,
                                         
                                         in Deptford, which is a stand in for a small Ontario town, right.
                                         
                                         And carries them through.
                                         
                                         So this guy wins a Victoria cross in the first world war. He's, he's a, he's a, he's a, he's a, he's a, he's for a small Ontario town, right, and carries them through. So this guy wins
                                         
                                         the Victoria Cross in the First World War. He's a non-believer Presbyterian who dedicates himself
                                         
    
                                         to the study of Catholic saints. He has a number of experiences with love and sex, more love than sex and not as much of both. He's a
                                         
                                         lifelong bachelor. His friend grows up to be an EP Taylor like figure of business and would be politics
                                         
                                         and all that stuff. And it's all like, it's got that small, if you grew up where I grew up and you
                                         
                                         come from East Ontario the way I did, right? It's got that small town Presbyterian. We may be people of extraordinarily
                                         
                                         modest means, but that does not mean we can't put on airs and look down on others. And there's that
                                         
                                         sort of small town snobbery that runs through it. And I'll just read this quick passage, which I
                                         
                                         know sounds as boring as snot, but this literally could have been a description of my hometown
                                         
                                         when I was growing up. We had an
                                         
    
                                         official population of about 500 and the surrounding farms probably brought the district up to 800
                                         
                                         souls. We had five churches, the Anglican, who were believed to have some mysterious social
                                         
                                         supremacy, the Presbyterian, solvent and thought chiefly by itself to be intellectual, the Methodist,
                                         
                                         insolvent and fervent, the Baptist insolvent
                                         
                                         and saved, the Roman Catholic mysterious to most of us, but clearly solvent as it was
                                         
                                         frequently and so we thought quite needlessly repainted." He goes on for a long full page
                                         
                                         to describe it. But this story, I mean, it even has a dash of stage, magician and murderer at the end. And it's, I just, I can literally, you know, like
                                         
                                         the great books, if you pick a book off the shelf, it's, it's almost like a time machine. Like I look
                                         
    
                                         at the book and I remember laying on the old dock, because now we have a new doc at the cottage reading this book and thinking,
                                         
                                         my God, this rings my Eastern Ontario Hastings County Prince Edward County bell. So
                                         
                                         Robertson Davies, the style and the subject matter of which he wrote, I think is now feels very dated,
                                         
                                         but my God, what a powerful writer and fantastic. The Deptford Trilogy, Salterton Trilogy,
                                         
                                         which he followed up with was written about
                                         
                                         Kingston, where I also went to school.
                                         
                                         So, um, yeah, so that's my choice.
                                         
                                         This confers my theory that everybody's more,
                                         
    
                                         uh, literate than I am.
                                         
                                         Cause I've only read, uh, fifth business.
                                         
                                         I, I, I, I face planned to really try to go
                                         
                                         past that one, but, uh.
                                         
                                         The second book, Manticore is about the son of
                                         
                                         one of the characters in the book goes to
                                         
                                         Switzerland and goes under Jungian psychotherapy.
                                         
                                         And that may be wrong.
                                         
    
                                         You may not be able to call it psychotherapy
                                         
                                         was Jungian, but anyway, he goes under
                                         
                                         therapy with Jungian and the whole book is just
                                         
                                         him with his doctor.
                                         
                                         It's a slog, but you know, it's a snapshot of
                                         
                                         what the mind of a privileged male in the 1970s was like.
                                         
                                         Donovan Woods, what would you recommend out of all of your summers of reading?
                                         
                                         So I don't have an incredible amount
                                         
    
                                         of summers of reading.
                                         
                                         I never read a book until I was in my late
                                         
                                         twenties, really.
                                         
                                         I pretended to read the Stone Angel and I
                                         
                                         pretended to read a lot of books.
                                         
                                         Everyone, every Canadian child
                                         
                                         pretended to read the Stone Angel.
                                         
                                         Absolutely.
                                         
    
                                         Mr. Scrutton's English it. Everyone, every Canadian child pretended to read The Stone Age.
                                         
                                         Absolutely.
                                         
                                         It was a nightmare.
                                         
                                         Absolutely.
                                         
                                         Mr. Scrutton's English class.
                                         
                                         Jesus, Bram Shipley killed me now.
                                         
                                         Yeah, that book is a nightmare.
                                         
                                         And it also ruined me for books.
                                         
    
                                         I was just like, oh, reading sucks.
                                         
                                         But it turns out it's just The Stone Age will suck.
                                         
                                         But so when I was in my 30s, I don't remember the year that it came out, but I read it the
                                         
                                         year it came out and I had read all of Richard Ford's books. I read the Sports Writer
                                         
                                         trilogy by Richard Ford, which was kind of the first books that I ever like. I read the
                                         
                                         Sports Writer first and I thought like, oh, okay, this is, you know, when you just hear
                                         
                                         an author and you're like, oh, I get it. There are people who are incredibly good at this
                                         
                                         and are describing my internal life with the clarity that I've
                                         
    
                                         never really felt articulated. But like, he was the first one that did that. And this
                                         
                                         was a new book that he put out, it was a book called Canada. I was new at the time I read
                                         
                                         it. And I remember reading on the dock at a cottage that I, and it's this, so it's about
                                         
                                         this boy whose parents do this awful, poorly planned bank robbery in Montana,
                                         
                                         and they get arrested, they go to jail,
                                         
                                         and then he gets sent away
                                         
                                         to live with someone in Saskatchewan.
                                         
                                         So it starts in Montana,
                                         
    
                                         and then it does this thing where it goes over the border.
                                         
                                         And since growing up in a border town like I did,
                                         
                                         we were over the border all the time.
                                         
                                         And even as like a five-year-old, six-year-old,
                                         
                                         I remember being able to feel a difference
                                         
                                         between the air in America and the air and it was like
                                         
                                         500 yards from my house, you know, it was like two kilometers from my house where we were in
                                         
                                         America and I was like, it's different here and I don't know how to articulate the sort of detail
                                         
    
                                         of why but I always knew that it was and this book kind of gets into that and does the best job of
                                         
                                         describing the differences between, you know, Montana and Saskatchewan,
                                         
                                         which are not far from each other, but it does a great job of describing the sort of granular
                                         
                                         feeling differences when you cross the border. And I've always been obsessed with that since I was a
                                         
                                         kid. Also, just an outsider describing Canada is like, you know, I mean, like there's something
                                         
                                         that somebody like, it's, it's a, it's a different thing to have someone describe
                                         
                                         us in that way. We just love to describe ourselves all the time. I think a lot of it is BS. And
                                         
                                         I think that it's like what everyone Billy Bob, Billy Bob Thornton said the thing about
                                         
    
                                         that we were mashed potatoes without the gravy. And it hurt us so much because there we felt
                                         
                                         like that was it hurt us so bad. Because when you think about it, like there's something about that, and we want to throttle that guy because he like, it's
                                         
                                         like that he does a bunch of things talking about Saskatchewan and then allow the, then
                                         
                                         some of the book takes place in Winnipeg.
                                         
                                         You don't hear as much about Winnipeg, but he does such a great job of describing the
                                         
                                         differences.
                                         
                                         And also the story is wonderful.
                                         
                                         It's a wonderful story of an orphan kid who's like finding a place in a culture that he's not from.
                                         
    
                                         And then like Richard Ford does, it jumps 20 years and then you see him as a grown adult, dealing with his sister's illness.
                                         
                                         And it's like, it's just a wonderful read. And that guy is like, I've read like some profiles of Richard Ford that made me feel like I would not want to even drink a coffee with him
                                         
                                         But there's something about his writing like I don't know
                                         
                                         It's one of those ones where he goes on comma after comma in a sentence and for some reason it's not disruptive
                                         
                                         It's like a joy to read you want to go back and read little sections all the time
                                         
                                         It really was the first book that I went to oh
                                         
                                         I could read that again and again and it would be you know a joy every single time. It really was the first book that I went,
                                         
                                         oh, I could read that again and again, and it would be a joy every single time.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         So that's my Richard Ford Canada.
                                         
                                         It is, it's fantastic.
                                         
                                         It ends up being a pretty good gangster story.
                                         
                                         Like the transition to Canada isn't a huge
                                         
                                         part of the book, right?
                                         
                                         But it's just so striking.
                                         
                                         Like these people come from the rural
                                         
    
                                         American Midwest in the early sixties.
                                         
                                         And when they go to Canada, it's horrifying
                                         
                                         to them because it's far worse than what they
                                         
                                         grew up with, which I found hilarious.
                                         
                                         You know, my turn to bat cleanup.
                                         
                                         I had no idea how to pick a book.
                                         
                                         And then I remembered that the that the mandate was summer.
                                         
                                         So in the summer of 1992, I was backpacking through Europe and I brought with me copies of
                                         
    
                                         Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving and Solomon Gershky was here by Mordecai Richler.
                                         
                                         And it was the second John Irving book I read, the first Mordecai Richler book I ever
                                         
                                         read. And I remember I was hauling my tired ass
                                         
                                         up a Swiss Alp and pausing, sitting on rocks to
                                         
                                         catch my breath, like for like an hour at a time
                                         
                                         while these like families of little Swiss
                                         
                                         children and like these 80 year old Swiss dudes would go loping up this, like for like an hour at a time, while these like families of little Swiss children and
                                         
                                         like these 80 year old Swiss dudes would go loping
                                         
    
                                         up this mountain trail like gazelles.
                                         
                                         And I thought, so one thing that summer did was
                                         
                                         get me into a gym for the first time in my life.
                                         
                                         Um, I finished a prayer for Owen Meany first, and
                                         
                                         it is to this day, one of my favorite books.
                                         
                                         And I thought, man, this is going to be hard to top.
                                         
                                         And then I started reading Solomon Gursky was here
                                         
                                         and Mordecai absolutely smoked John Irving.
                                         
    
                                         It is like effortlessly writers don't think like this,
                                         
                                         but I suspect Mordecai would have been happy to hear.
                                         
                                         It's just effortlessly superior on every level.
                                         
                                         It is a vast, it is his big Canadian novel. Barney's version is quite a bit more personal
                                         
                                         and quite a bit narrower.
                                         
                                         And this is his coming to terms with the whole
                                         
                                         sweep of Canadian history and geography.
                                         
                                         It's a thinly veiled, Romain Auclay about the
                                         
    
                                         Bronfmans.
                                         
                                         It is one of his many, many love
                                         
                                         letters to his wife, Florence, because the
                                         
                                         Mordecai character falls in love with someone
                                         
                                         who he doesn't begin to deserve.
                                         
                                         Uh, it's like the whole Mordecai's mortis
                                         
                                         board was right there.
                                         
                                         And, um, through work, I was, I was lucky
                                         
    
                                         enough to get to know, uh, more his family than him,
                                         
                                         but him a little bit later, but I knew nothing
                                         
                                         about the guy when I sat down and I'm like,
                                         
                                         I'm, I'm a fan for life.
                                         
                                         And I was, I was just thinking about it.
                                         
                                         I thought I would crack my old copy of the book
                                         
                                         and now I'm back in it.
                                         
                                         I'm 80 pages into it.
                                         
    
                                         I'm going to finish it next week.
                                         
                                         Uh, it's like, you can't not tear
                                         
                                         through this book. Anyway, that's mine.
                                         
                                         Oh man. I love Mordecai. In the summer of 1992
                                         
                                         with Mordecai Richler, I got very drunk actually.
                                         
                                         Oh really?
                                         
                                         A delightful, exciting event because I love
                                         
                                         Joshua then and now. But you know, there's a
                                         
    
                                         connection between us, Paul, because A Prayer
                                         
                                         for Owen Meany and Fifth Business, they have
                                         
                                         almost the exact same inciting incident at the beginning of the book. Like it's almost a direct a connection between us, Paul, because a prayer for Owen Meany and Fifth Business, they have almost
                                         
                                         the exact same inciting incident at the beginning
                                         
                                         of the book.
                                         
                                         Like it's almost a direct lift and John Irving
                                         
                                         has acknowledged the massive influence of Fifth
                                         
                                         Business on the prayer for Owen Meany.
                                         
    
                                         Like it's literally like the snowball stone hitting
                                         
                                         the woman, like the whole bit, like it's almost.
                                         
                                         Holy cow.
                                         
                                         Precisely the same.
                                         
                                         I had forgotten that.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         That's kind of fun when, when people like rip
                                         
                                         each other off shamelessly.
                                         
    
                                         If, if you're that blatant, it, it, it
                                         
                                         elevates it to a level where you just
                                         
                                         have to admire it.
                                         
                                         If you do transparently, then you know, it's a,
                                         
                                         then, then, you know, it's not a lift.
                                         
                                         It's a, it's a, it's an homage.
                                         
                                         It's respect.
                                         
                                         Um, all right.
                                         
    
                                         I think we have, uh, accomplished what I wanted,
                                         
                                         which is to, to remind everyone what a great pleasure it
                                         
                                         is to fall in love with a book.
                                         
                                         Oh man.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         And to hang out.
                                         
                                         This is delightful.
                                         
                                         I'm putting all of your books that I have
                                         
    
                                         not read on my list.
                                         
                                         This is wonderful.
                                         
                                         Man, I'm going to do some, but I'm not going to
                                         
                                         do those political memoirs guys.
                                         
                                         I'm going to be going straight with you.
                                         
                                         I'm not going to do those journalist memoirs.
                                         
                                         Sorry.
                                         
                                         I won't do this.
                                         
    
                                         I got to sit on my porch and read the Anne Green
                                         
                                         Gables novels and just ball my eyes out. People are going to walk by and say, what in hell is wrong with that guy?
                                         
                                         Scott, you're getting dangerously close to sassing
                                         
                                         my favorite books and that's going to end that
                                         
                                         loop for you.
                                         
                                         It's not.
                                         
                                         It's love.
                                         
                                         It's love.
                                         
    
                                         On that note, thanks everyone for spending time
                                         
                                         with me and with one another.
                                         
                                         I have a hunch this is the first of many summer
                                         
                                         reading and reading books.
                                         
                                         I'm sure you've read a lot of them. I'm sure you've read a lot of them. On that note, thanks everyone for spending time with me and with one another.
                                         
                                         I have a hunch this is the first of many
                                         
                                         summer reading episodes of The Paul Wells Show.
                                         
                                         Enjoy the rest of your summer guys.
                                         
    
                                         Thank you.
                                         
                                         Thanks.
                                         
                                         This is so much fun.
                                         
                                         See you everybody.
                                         
                                         That's The Paul Wells Show for this week.
                                         
                                         Because it's the middle of summer, my list of
                                         
                                         thank yous is shorter.
                                         
                                         Thanks to my executive producer Suzanne Hancock for rounding up the panel and handling all
                                         
    
                                         the production work this week.
                                         
                                         Thanks to Kevin Bright for writing the theme music and Andy Milne for playing it on piano.
                                         
                                         If you like the Paul Wells show, tell your friends.
                                         
                                         I hope you're having a great summer.
                                         
