Oh, the irony: in this year's Canada Reads battle of the books, the nominees have been named, with Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers -- held by many to be the first postmodern Canadian novel, and the subject of the Not-So-Good Doctor's MA thesis -- unequally pitted against four significantly-lesser literary lights, Margaret (*shudder*) Atwood's Oryx and Crake, Frank Parker Day's Rockbound, Mairuth Sarsfield's No Crystal Stair, and Jacques Poulin's Volkswagen Blues. But, just over a month before the presentations, the novel's "defender," Rufus Wainright, has dropped out to be replaced by the taffy-minded Molly Johnson. How is this ironic, I'm sure most of you are wondering. Well, the decision will be made on -- wait for it -- February 25th, 2005. For one person anyway, this will be truly ironic. For the rest of you, alas, you'll never know 'cuz I ain't explainin' it, and I ain't talkin' bout it-- ever. Let's just say that the gods of coincidence have a morbid sense of humour. I'm sure they're sniggering away, enjoying the gongs that are ringing in the background. Har-bloody-har-har-har. 
Further proof the gods must be bastards, and snarky ones at that. Even moreso if Cohen's book doesn't win. If Orifice and Crack wins, those gods aren't just bastards, they're farking arseholes, and this blog, for one, will be out for ichor.
(The title of this entry? Doc J's history through Mr Cohen-- "Five years with the length of five years" -- through Billy Wordsworth. So much for connecting nothing. )
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