How about that Mordecai Richler.
When I was a wee lad growing up in working-class Montreal, Mr. Richler was depicted in the French media as The Enemy, a fierce troll of sorts. He spewed his venom all over French Canadians and their crazy language laws. I never cared to learn more about the man. He was best ignored, said the media.
In my early 20's, I once took the mic at Mr. Richler's favorite hang-out spot, Grumpy's on Crescent St, and read a somewhat famous poem by Claude Gauvreau, Ode l'ennemi (Ode to the Enemy). I thought I was being subversive and shit. But even by then, I knew little about Mr. Richler outside of his animosity towards my people.
Then, a couple weeks ago, I catch Barney's Version on TV and I fall over backwards as I watch this ridiculous Montrealer Jew make a fool of himself every chance he gets. I'm kind of in love.
Then I pick up the (e)book, which is just about the funniest shit I've ever read. It's pretty opaque if you're not from Montreal, but still quite readable.
Anyway.
I have a mancrush on The Enemy. And I believe that he woulda laughed at my reading Gauvreau at "his" bar. Then I reckon that he woulda kicked my ass and/or bought me a beer.
Shit's fonny.
I wanna quit my job and become a despicable, semi-successful writer.