IFoA Friday
The final weekend of the International Festival of Authors is upon us. Tonight in the Brigantine Room (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.), CBC Radio Garvia Bailey hosts a group reading with Dinaw Mengestu, Ali Smith, Jane Urquhart, and Kathleen Winter, while over at the Fleck Dance Theatre (207 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) Lynda Barry, Nadine Bismuth, Dany Laferrière, and Yann Martel read from their latest works (hosted by yours truly). At the Studio Theatre (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) Ken Finkleman, Sophie Hannah, Alexander MacLeod, and Priscila Uppal read from their latest books, with Mark Medley hosting, and the Lakeside Terrace (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) is the site of an evening of literary non-fiction. Ian Brown, the 2010 winner of the Charles Taylor Prize for Literary Non-Fiction, will join fellow non-fiction authors Charles Foran, Charlotte Gray, and Meaghan Strimas, with Larry Gaudet hosting.
Book Thugs Are Your Friend: The Fall BookThug Launch
The good folks at BookThug, one of Canada’s most daring and fun publishers, are descending on Kensington Market tonight to launch new books by Victor Coleman, Michael Boughn, Kate Eichhorn, Mark Truscott, Stephen Cain, Meredith Quartermain, Steven Zultanski, with musical guest Bry Webb of the Constantines upping the Wow factor. The free event, which also functions as a launch for the second issue of The Coming Envelope, kicks off at 7:30 p.m at The Supermarket (268 Augusta Avenue).
Managing Editor Jenny Sampirisi was kind enough to provide us with a list of the Top 5 reasons to attend tonight’s event. Enjoy.
Top 5 reasons to attend the BookThug Book Launch
5) You need a last minute Halloween costume. Go as a BookThug! T-shirts and bookbags will be on sale all night long and when people ask what you are, you can punch them in the gut and steal books off their shelves. (Legal aside: BookThug is a non-violent press).
4) You like the Constantines, or you like free music, or you like an eclectic night: Bry Webb of the Constantines will open the evening with song. See him play for free, and stay for the line up of poets who you might call “word musicians”—or not.
3) You like titles with innuendo: The Coming Envelope Issue #2 will be quietly introduced from across the border as a now foreign species to the Canadian environ since it’s creator moved to Chicago. This also means you’ll be exposed to…yes…Americans.
2) You’re a object fetishist: Maybe not the kind that would wed the Eiffel Tower, but one that might pet a very beautiful book object. This season of BookThug books are particularly gorgeous, each one designed by Jay MillAr in collaboration with the authors and artists.
1) Because you’re a Thug: or you can be! Meet all the authors, get your books signed, have a pint ,and ask them “what the hell were you thinking when you became a poet?” A BookThug is a unique creature with a head full of new ideas about art and culture. Enter the conversation!
Thursday’s IFoA
Tonight’s Jonathan Franzen et al reading in the Fleck Dance Theatre has been sold out for weeks so let’s all just move on. There are lots of other fine writers who will no doubt be in fine form tonight at the IFoA, where all of the events will be hosted and/or moderated by staffers and contributers from the Walrus. At the Lakeside Terrace (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.), Jared Bland moderates a round table panel with Patricia Engel, Adam Gopnik, and Andrea Levy, who will discuss the rite of passage for both their characters in their works and themselves. Camilla Gibb, Anchee Min, Matthew Tierney, and Russell Wangersky all read from their latest books in the Studio Theatre (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.), with Shelley Ambrose hosting. And in the Brigantine Room (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.), Shaughnessy Bishop-Stall, Elena Forbes, Len Gasparini, and Thomas Perry participate in a group NOIR reading, with Stacey May Fowles hosting. The event includes a door prize of a library worth $500 donated by Raincoast Books, so hang on to that ticket stub.
For ticket information and a full IFoA schedule go here.
Keys to the Kingdom: The Early Typewriters Exhibit at IFoA
(Words and images by Brendan Adam Zwelling.)
Despite their crucial role in the creative process for generations of authors from Wodehouse to Kerouac, typewriters have not received a lot of press. Perhaps it’s understandable, as they were among the most unglamorous of tools, half of a marriage of convenience with writing and representing fussy obligation where The Beatles’ Rickenbacker guitars projected artistic cool.
However, the Harborfront Centre’s Early Typewriters: Gateway to the Information Age exhibit, curated by collector Martin Howard and presented as part of the International Festival of Authors, approaches the typewriter from a different angle. These aren’t the dull pastel boxes of 1970s newsrooms, nor the quaintly-clacketing generic hallmarks of 20th century literary greats and bedroom obsessives. Instead, visitors can see artifacts from the pioneering days of consumer typewriters (roughly 1880 to 1900)—baroque word forges with the character and faded luster of classic automobiles.
Take for example the Bar-Lock 4, a two-tone Victorian gothic machine with a dominating copper typeshield. If the MacBook adopted its aesthetic, Starbucks would have an entirely different atmosphere. The Oliver 2 is a cross between a cathedral and a Triumph motorcycle engine, and must have made anyone using it think twice about what they were writing. For sheer physical presence though, nothing tops the Hammond 1—an oak and ebony bulwark of wordsmithery designed like a prose altar, which oddly echoes the totally unrelated Hammond Organ.
Less-intimidating are the National, a compact machine from Philadelphia with bristling letter-keys that appear as though they’re competing with one another to be pressed, and the aluminum Blickensderfer 6, a portable model with a skeletal appearance which looks ideal for any turn-of-the-century correspondent. The nickel-plated Odell 2 seems as incomprehensible as it is attractive.
Visitors to the exhibit can try out a circa-1900 Underwood 5 model (and read the often-poetic streams of consciousness typed out by others), admire the limousine smoothness of The Chicago with its proto-art deco styling, and wonder how they would cope with the Sun 1, which only types in capitals (perfect for those angry letters to the editor about the adoption of the gold standard), or the Mignon 2, which resembles a sewing machine. It’s a statement on the mechanics of expression which writers have come to rely on, and a reminder of the process behind carrying our ideas out into the world by pounding them onto paper.
Wednesday IFoA
Tonight in the Brigantine Room (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) the shortlisted authors for the Rogers Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize will read from their nominated works. On hand will be Trevor Cole, Emma Donoghue, Michael Helm, Michael Winter, and Kathleen Winter, with hosting duties handled by Andrew Pyper. At the Fleck Dance Theatre (207 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) SPACE channel’s Mark Askwith interviews novelists William Gibson and David Mitchell (Jared Bland hosts), while the Lakeside Terrace (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) has Myla Goldberg, Eshkol Nevo, David Rakoff, and Julie Roorda reading from their latest books. The reading is hosted by Kyle Buckley and includes a door prize of a library valued at $500 donated by Random House of Canada. And over at the Studio Theatre (235 Queens Quay West, 8 p.m.) Eleanor Catton, Adam Gopnik, M.T. Kelly, and Adam Lewis Schroeder all read from their latest works. Jacob McArthur Mooney hosts, and the event includes a $500 door prize donated by Douglas & McIntyre.
For ticket information and a full IFoA schedule go here.
Things That Go Bump on the Shelf: Books of the Dead Press
—Claire Horsnell
As Halloween approaches, that moaning, rustling sound you hear in the bookstores could well be copies of Best New Zombie Tales, Volume One and Volume Two—a pair of top-notch anthologies of zombie yarns—shuffling off the dark and unholy presses of Toronto’s Books of the Dead Press. The zombie anthologies are sure to cause mayhem on your bookshelf and, more importantly, in your mind.
Books of the Dead is the brrrraaaain-child of writer James Roy Daley, author of The Dead Parade (released in limited edition hardcover this week). “After achieving a modest level of success I began thinking about starting up a little publishing company,” he says. “Nothing major , just something to fool around with. I didn’t follow through with the idea because the temptation to publish myself was too strong. But then I wrote a couple more books and I signed a few more book deals and my thinking began to change. I knew that I didn’t need to publish myself, and that other companies would be willing to do it for me. But I still wanted a little company; you know, for something to fool around with.”
Daley felt a connection with horror from a young age; he describes the genre as “that thing I grew up on, that friend mom says is a bad influence.” He recalls that some of his earliest memories include enjoying Steven Spielberg’s Jaws in the living room while his parents discussed whether he was old enough to be watching it. He also remembers the movie adaptation of ‘Salem’s Lot as a formative genre experience. “I remember being absolutely captivated by ‘Salem’s Lot late one evening, alone in my brother’s bedroom, the feeling of terror consuming me as Ben Mears and Mark Petrie made their into the basement of the Marsten house, weapons in hand, danger all around them. I could hear my family in the room below me—safe, secure, acting as if everything was normal in the world. For me, it wasn’t,” he says. “I had a pillow covering half my face, my knees were curled up to my chest, and my heart pounding clean out of my body as the goosebumps on my arms tried to crawl from my skin and hide in the corner; I couldn’t believe the images on television could be so intolerably wrong. And I loved it. Oh boy, did I ever.”
IFoA: Word. Sentence. Novel.

Paolo Giordano (The Solitude of Prime Numbers), Alexander MacLeod (Light Lifting), and Karl Marlantes (Matterhorn) took to the stage on Sunday afternoon to talk about their creative processes and the art of the written word. The round table, hosted by author Atanas Sileika and titled “Word. Sentence. Novel.”, took a lot of left turns away from the subject at hand to explore the author as a public figure, the sales-numbers-world versus the words world, and how different the European literary scene is from the North American one.
The panelists are possible breakthrough literary superstars, with Giordano’s first novel selling over a million copies worldwide, MacLeod’s first short story collection currently short-listed for the Scotiabank Giller prize, and Marlantes’ 30-year effort paying off with impressive sales, but their clear discomfort with being on-stage affected the enjoyment of the session. Marlantes gave it all he had, with thoughtful and modest sound bites. MacLeod and Giordano, on the other hand, made an effort, but everything from their unkempt appearances (which, on many, can be charmingly disheveled, but here just seemed off-putting) to their slouching posture screamed “I’m uncomfortable on this stage.”
Which they all readily admitted. And that’s fine. After all, not all authors were born to love the spotlight.




