Friday, March the 20th, 2009
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Yesterday postie delivered From The Atelier Tovar : Selected Writings by Guy Maddin. Readers may recall I enthused about Mr Maddin last year. I am looking forward to reading this collection of journals, journalism and film treatments by the Winnipegite, but for the time being there are two phrases from the back cover blurbs of which I am inordinately envious. How can one not delight in a book of which it is said: “his treatments are deadpan whatsits of the highest order” and “you have arrived there, at the Atelier Tovar. Galoshes recommended”?