By Frank Moher The bloggers are off to a slow start at the Liberal Convention. Much talk of the red condoms being handed out, not much in the way of insight. The Globe and Mail has a veritable phalanx of digital drones on the floor, but whatever advantage they have in numbers is offset by […]
Canadian Press, November 20, 2006:
By Frank Moher Rupert Murdoch has spoken, and now O.J.’s book and TV interview are gone. The Juice has been squeezed out. And everywhere, of course, newly-minted moralists proclaim that The Right Thing Has Been Done. Not since Mel Gibson’s drunk driving arrest has so much fatuity been heard in one 24 hour period. Of […]
By Frank Moher The real winners of the American election are the new electronic media who, through relentless pounding of a sort only they can do, impressed upon voters just what a mess their country had become. I’m talking about online magazines like Salon, which, unlike many a journalistic johnny-come-lately, knew that the Iraq war […]
By Frank Moher Here at backofthebook.ca we’ve done a rigorous scientific study and determined that Mark Steyn has used the personal pronoun “I” precisely 1,546,784 times since beginning his “Books” column for Maclean’s. We’d provide documentation of our rigorous scientific study, but this is the internet, so we don’t have to. But if, say, our […]
From the Tuesday, October 31st, 2006 Globe and Mail: “Ben Mulroney wanted to see where funding from UNICEF for Malawi, not donations from Madonna, were going. Incorrect information appeared in Saturday’s Review section.” We sympathize. We’re always getting Madonna and UNICEF mixed up too.
By Frank Moher Daryl Duke, the Vancouver-born TV director and producer who died last Saturday, was the real deal. In an industry full off hypesters, especially in B.C., where there are 20 would-be producers for every dollar of financing available, Duke had sufficient credits that he didn’t need to tell you all about them: you […]
By Frank Moher Does a magazine’s title determine its chances of success? It doesn’t seem to. The Walrus, having weathered that not-paying-freelancers-on-time thing, seems to be doing all right, despite being named . . . The Walrus. And despite being . . . dull. (The Walrus reminds me of nothing so much as The New […]