Cross-posted on Soapboxing.netI'm not interested in reading books by David Gilmour
. In an interview with Random House
two days ago, Gilmour stated:
“I’m not interested in teaching books by women,” he says, making an exception for one female writer.
"Virginia Woolf is the only writer that interests me as a woman writer, so I do teach one of her short stories," he says. "But once again, when I was given this job I said I would only teach the people that I truly, truly love."
Instead, Gilmour says, “[w]hat I teach is guys. Serious heterosexual guys. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Chekhov, Tolstoy. Real guy-guys. Henry Miller. Philip Roth."
Now I know what you're thinking: here goes another one of them Feminazi queer-loving bra-burners trying to impinge on this man's free speech. So he doesn't like the squawk-talk and jibber-jabber of female writers, gay writers, or Chinese writers? What's it to you?
Fair enough, imaginary Internet commenter.
But he's said something much worse. You might want to sit down for this. David Gilmour, Canadian author, doesn't like other Canadian authors
Now, I'm not Canadian, but I've played one on tv, and some of my best friends are Canadian. My accent is in the ballpark, and if I drop in a couple "ehs" and "take off, hosers," I can pass for one. From my intimate knowledge of the Canadas, I know that it is Canadianly constitutionally mandated that every time you have a conversation about any subject, you are required to note which famous people are from Canada
. Talking to nerds? You know, Shatner is Canadian. Doing the chicken dance from Arrested Development? Michael Cera is Canadian. People with huge boobs? Boom: Pamela Anderson.
But that's not all. The Canadian constitution requires that you don't ever shittalk whole classes of Canadian citizens in front of Americans. You just can't even do that, or Mounties will triangulate your location and force you to eat a bowl of moose cock and a case of Molson for your reeducation. I presume that right now, Gilmour is being very politely set upon by men in really hot red outfits while they prize his mouth open to accept the ungulate tumescence. (Oops, I started slipping into some of my Due South fanfiction. Is it hot in here?)
So there you have it: David Gilmour has committed treason. Now, I know that I'm not allowed to write reviews based on author behavior anymore, but I think maybe Goodreads should make an exception in this case. I'm not dismissing Gilmour because he dismissed all writers who have a vagina, or are homos, or them Chinese. Obviously, that's his right as a professor of literature who has been entrusted with educating Canada's tender youth. That's just table stakes for the Western Canon. But when you mess with the Queen, you get the horns, David. Who's that knocking on your door?