Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

This is so Canadian - Quality over Quantity


(c) 2010 K. Smokey Cormier


From Yahoo news ...

TORONTO (Reuters) – Book lovers seeking a copy of the winner of Canada's premier literary award are out of luck, unless they're ready to settle for an electronic version.

"The Sentimentalists," a surprise winner of the C$50,000 Scotiabank Giller Prize this week, is trickling only slowly into bookstores as its tiny publisher cranks out copies.

The book, by first-time novelist Johanna Skibsrud, is sold out across Canada.

Nova Scotia-based specialty publisher Gaspereau Press can produce only 1,000 copies a week of their finely bound books, using an old-fashioned press.

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Indigo has sold all four of its hardcover copies of the prize-winning book, which is based on the story of Skibsrud's father, a Vietnam War veteran. It has thousands more on order.

Canadian media said Gaspereau Press has received offers from a few large publishers, including UK-based Random House, to print more, but it has so far refused, sticking to its mantra of quality over quantity.

Giller winners often sell tens of thousands of copies, a huge multiple of original sales. "The Sentimentalists" had a first run of 800 books and was reported to have sold around half of that before the novel was placed on the longlist of nominations for the Giller nomination.

But Silver said Indigo has sold hundreds of copies of its electronic version, up from just a handful before the prize was announced...

(Reporting by Claire Sibonney; editing by Janet Guttsman and Rob Wilson)


I'm proud that I spent some of my youf in Canada.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Excerpt from Garbo Laughs ...


From a wonderful book I'm now reading (Garbo Laughs by Canadian author, Elizabeth Hay):

Yes, everyone is writing a book. Leah too. But at the same time I've spent years watching people who want to write avoid writing: Leah too. She's stuck, and now she's come to me. We spring away from the page as if it's a trampoline. Fear, self-pity, laziness -- that's the trampoline we bounce upon, while down below, fading from view in a sickening fashion, is the grassy, private paradise of writing.


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[climbing on soapbox for a moment]

When was the last time you read a book by a Canadian author?