History Happens At Night


Death & Frosh Week
November 27, 2008, 5:06 pm
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My friend Elizabeth is doing an internship at the Ottawa Citizen. She is a very talented writer and I am looking forward to the influx of work I’m hoping to see from her.

This morning I got a message on my facebook wall with a link to her first story. I opened the link with great excitement and discovered that Elizabeth had stumbled into the strangest beat in journalism.

Elizabeth is writing Elaborate Obituaries.

Now, after I did a little digging I found she is also writing legit (and excellent) pieces, but by that point it was too late, I had already plotted out the rest of Elizabeth’s days as an obituary writer – maybe the worlds best. People seeking her out around the world, looking for just the right words to sum up a life lived by a loved one she had never met.

This sounded dreadful to me…until I remembered how much fun it is to write Obits and Memoriams.

In my second year of university I had the opportunity to conduct a funeral service for Cedric MacDonald II.

Cedric was beautiful

Cedric was majestic

Cedric was a lobster

He touched all our hearts with his little pinchers.

When Cedric died, I immediately began writing my thoughts on his life; the love he showed the house, the excitement in his eyes, the fire in his belly. He was a respected member of the MacDonald house community and I would be damned if I didn’t send him off with what he deserved.

That evening, we gathered on the front lawn. With Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor echoing in the background, I delivered my last respects to Cedric – and deep down, I felt good. I knew that Cedric would be happy with my words and that he’d be watching over me.

Shortly after a seagull swooped in, picked Cedric up and took him to what, I assume, was lobster heaven.

My point is, maybe writing the obits and memoriams isn’t so bad!

Hell, it’s like Elizabeth said, “As long as people keep dying, I might never come home!”

…Here’s hoping the Rideau Canal flows from the Fountain of Youth.

(Note: This is all just an elaborate way of saying “Good Luck,” “I’m so stoked your work is being published,” “Come Home,” and “I’m a bit of a snarky ass hole, but that’s what makes me likable”)



Downtown Owl: A Novel – or – The Duality of the Small Town Thing
November 26, 2008, 4:30 pm
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Chuck Klosterman's First Novel hits close to my hometown

I Grew up in Truro, Nova Scotia, a town of about 12,000 people where things don’t happens. Highlights from my teenage years include rumors that Truro had the highest rate of Chlamydia per capita in the country (unproven) and a flood that destroyed the last arcade standing in the town.

As you can see, we’re not talking about the cultural mecca.

I can remember stories of drinking in the woods and boys from Belmont racing down the strips of road by the Debert Army Base. Edwin jeans and Dale Sr. Leather Ball Caps. Girls you’d never sleep with, music you’d never want to hear again, parties you’d rather have missed. Wondering how much everyone else knew about you (usually too much), and , of course, Football, football, football!

Our CEC Cougars; Our great hope for glory.

Our teams were never great, but if you asked one of the old men watching from the stands I’m sure they would have told you we could have taken the ‘76 Raiders.

This was the culture we cultivated. Generations of big brothers playing, followed by little brothers. Sons playing the same position as their fathers…nobody really sure why it mattered so much…only knowing that it did.

My home town. Full of pleasant people and homophobic town councillors. No place to really go…nothing to really do – a place some of my closest friends will spend their whole lives.

I have very little to say about you that’s good, Truro, but let me give it a shot.

Thank you Truro, if it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed Chuck Klosterman’s new novel, Downtown Owl, nearly as much as I did.

Owl unfolds around three characters; Mitch Hrlicka, the third string quarterback who spends his time sleeping, thinking about sleeping and weighing out the odds on “who would win in a fight” scenarios, Julia Rabia is a fresh face in Owl who soon realizes there is nothing to do besides drink for free and fantasize about legendary (high school) football heroes of years and gone by, and Horace Jones, a seventy three year old widower who spends all his time in the local cafe drinking coffee and gossiping with the other old men in town.

Not only is this a brief character synopsis – this is the plot. The book, in a lot of ways follows the narrative pattern of Klosterman’s previous book, Killing Yourself To Live., You’re not reading this book for the (slightly ridiculous) destination, you’re reading for the journey it takes you on.

But if you weren’t there, beware.

Much like watching The Office becomes much funnier when working in an office, Downtown Owl is probably only really funny if you grew up in small town traps with small town culture.

Klosterman is an excellent writer. His observational insight on popular culture is second to none and his essays frequently leaves me in stitches. But I was worried about his talent as an author

In his last collection of work (IV), Klosterman included a short story that just didn’t seem very good to me. It was the equivalent to one of those throw away tracks that ends up on a band’s box set. Strangely, Owl generally follows the same kind of structure, no real narrative followed by outlandishness, only this time it works.

The book is not perfect, but it’s got enough going for it that even you city boys and girls will like it.

As for those of us who grew up in towns like Truro – This book nails down all the friends you forgot about, all the outlandish mythos you tried to forget and all the things you hated growing up, but love reflecting on.

To rip off Patterson Hood, Such is the duality of the small town thang.

Do yourself a favor, read the book.


Attack Of The Killer B-Sides

b-sides Attack of the Killer B Sides is a semi-regular column here at History Happens At Night where we celebrate the over looked, forgotten, sound tracked throw away gems that really could have been somebody.

We kick off the very first Attack of the Killer B Sides here at History Happens At Night with a great “Australian Bonus Track” and “Sound Track Gem.”

The Hold Steady – Girls Like Status 

This song first appeared on the soundtrack to the Aqua Teen Hunger Force Movie and then showed up on the Australian Release of Boys and Girls in America. This song is classic Hold Steady (but since every song they write deals with the same subjects, I guess they’re all classic Hold Steady) and is tragically absent from all their major North American releases.

Harmonica – check

Riffy guitar – check

Craig Finn comparing the noises a chick makes while faking an orgasim to the “The Locust” – ch…wait, what?

Oh baby, you sound so sweet when you arch your back and put on your locust outfit

Oh baby, you sound so sweet when you arch your back and put on your locust outfit

I Love You, The Hold Steady, and I’m glad you were able to be a part of Attack Of The Killer B Sides. I’m sure I’ll see you again around here soon (Ask Her For Adderall, Two Handed Handshake).