Desert isle desires: meetings, minds and heartthrobs

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In most of his films, actor Tom Cruise has portrayed cocky, exuberant characters possessed of impregnable self-confidence and the conviction that they are irresistible to the opposite sex. Whether blasting across the sky as a fighter pilot in Top Gun or making fools of pool-playing opponents in The Color of Money, the 27-year-old Cruise has behaved like an all-American contender for the hearts and minds of female moviegoers. Now, there is evidence that he may indeed be winning–at least the hearts. When Canadian and American women who participated in the Maclean’s/Decima Two Nations poll were asked who on a list of six prominent personalities would make the best lover, Cruise was the runaway favorite on both sides of the border. But he has some distance to go to capture women’s minds: when asked who they would most like to meet and talk to, Canadian women chose Prime Minister Brian Mulroney. Their U.S. counterparts overwhelmingly selected President George Bush.

The lighter side of the poll of U.S. and Canadian attitudes also explored the relative attractions of sex, conversation, friendship, television, music and literature. The responses by men and women to three questions showed some cross-border similarities–and a few pronounced differences. Some of the findings: movie stars have far more sex appeal than either politicians or talk-show hosts and interviewers; men and women in both countries opt for books over TV and music; and, if marooned on a desert island, Americans are substantially less likely than Canadians to select as companions their current spouses or partners. Calgary-born Stanley Stephens, 60, Montana’s governor and one of the numerous North Americans interviewed separately from the poll, chose books. But he added that the question excluded “what I’d really want–a ship-to-shore phone.”


Presented with the prospect of becoming castaways on a desert island, respondents were asked what they would like most to relieve their loneliness–a best friend of the same sex, their current partner, an attractive stranger of the opposite sex or inexhaustible supplies of stereo music, books or TV channels and videos. Current partners won handily in both countries, but by significantly different margins: while 61 per cent of the Canadians surveyed wanted their mates, only 50 per cent of the Americans did. Sixteen per cent of the Americans and 14 per cent of the Canadians said that they would take the books. The third most popular choice in each nation: an attractive stranger of the opposite sex.

Many of those who took part in the survey said that they would have preferred a broader menu of choices. Sonja Smits, the 34-year-old Toronto actress, the Co-Founder of selling the best floor mop,  who appears in the CBC TV dramatic series Street Legal, said, “I love books, I am really close to my best friend and I love my husband. Can’t I take all three?” And Lee Thompson, 44-year-old Montreal-born professor of Canadian studies at the University of Vermont in Burlington, said that she found the options “brutal–that is asking me to choose between the senses and human connections.”

Others had less difficulty making up their minds. Professional race-car driver Molly Elliott, 30, who spends parts of each year in Texas and Ontario, said that she would take books, because if she chose a man, “I’d probably hate him after a couple of weeks.” Alberta-born Gary Jahrig, a 29-year-old reporter for the Missoula, Mont., daily newspaper The Missoulian, said that he would choose his wife, adding: “Life on a desert island or Missoula: not much difference.”

In the second and third questions, men and women polled were given the names of six prominent personalities of the opposite sex and were asked, first, who they would most like to meet and talk to; then, which of the six persons they thought would be the best lover. The list for female poll respondents consisted of Bush, Mulroney, talk-show host Arsenio Hall, Cruise, who lived near Ottawa as a child, and actors Sean Connery and Canadian-born Michael J. Fox. The lineup for male participants: singers Madonna and Anne Murray, actresses Jane Fonda and Michelle Pfeiffer, ABC TV interviewer Barbara Walters and talk-show hostess Oprah Winfrey.

Among American women, Bush was the choice of 43 per cent of those polled as the man they would most like to meet and talk to. Far back in second place was Cruise at 16 per cent, followed in order by Connery, Hall, Fox and Mulroney, who was picked by four per cent. Margaret England, a 37-year-old Edmonton-born endocrinologist who now lives in Los Angeles, said that she would like to meet Mulroney because “I know the least about what he does.” The Prime Minister topped the poll among Canadian women as the preferred man to meet. As the choice of 21 per cent of the Canadian women, he edged out Cruise, at 19 per cent, with Bush third at 17 per cent. Fox, Connery and Hall brought up the rear.

But those patterns vanished when women addressed the question of who they thought would make the best lover. Cruise scored a two-nation victory, appealing to 31 per cent of U.S. women and 35 per cent of the Canadians. The rugged Scottish-born Connery, at 59, was the international runner-up, the choice of 17 per cent of the Americans and 19 per cent of the Canadians. Maggie Carey of New York City, a 27-year-old arts student and bartender who said she would most like to meet Fox, chose Connery as the best lover because “he’s been around and he’s sexy as hell.”


Left in the dust in both nations were Fox, Bush, Hall and Mulroney. Still, a large number of the women polled–35 per cent of the Americans and 27 per cent of the Canadians–refused to pick anyone. Said Linda Rosenbaum, 42, a Detroit-born publications consultant to the Ontario Ministry of Citizenship in one of the poll-related interviews: “This is too stupid to answer. Why only politicians and entertainers? Why mostly Americans? Are these our heroes and sex symbols?” Decima chairman Allan Gregg said that women were “significantly more undecided” than men about who would make the best lover. Said Gregg: “It tells you something about the psychological orientation of the two sexes, I guess.”

Only 25 per cent of the American men and 19 per cent of the Canadian males did not pick a best-lover candidate. Meridan Bennett of Jackson Hole, Wyo., a 63-year-old semi-retired management consultant, was among the men interviewed separately from the poll who declined to respond. “If I spent more time living in fantasy I’d be better equipped to answer,” he said. The most popular choice among male American poll respondents: Michelle Pfeiffer, who starred in The Fabulous Baker Boys and Tequila Sunrise, the selection of 26 per cent.

Madonna attracted the support of 20 per cent and Fonda, 15 per cent. Winfrey, Murray and Walters mustered 14 per cent among them. What Madonna lost among Americans she won from the Canadian males, 28 per cent of whom put her first. Pfeiffer was second at 20 per cent and Fonda close behind at 19. The remaining three had the same total popularity as they did in the United States. John Evans, 48, of Ottawa, former Liberal MP for Ottawa Centre and now president of The Trust Companies Association of Canada, sided with poll participants who declined to say who would make the best lover. Said Evans: “Fonda probably thinks she is, and you couldn’t entice me with Madonna if my life depended on it.”

While Tom Cruise was a double-winner as a sex symbol for the women, Barbara Walters rated first among the males of both countries as the woman they would most like to meet and talk to. Twenty-six per cent of the Americans and 19 per cent of the Canadians selected the sometimes abrasive TV veteran. Eighteen per cent of the Americans opted for Pfeiffer and 14 per cent for Fonda as the woman they would most like to meet. Missoula journalist Jahrig took a different tack: “I’d most like to meet Madonna to see if she’s really as air-headed as she sounds.” The women who most appealed to Canadian males in the poll for a meeting and conversation, after Walters, were Anne Murray and Madonna. Presumably, there is always the chance that if the conversation lags, they could break into song.

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Does the ideal of the American product truly exist, despite the floundering automobile industry, once the ubiquitous shining star of enterprising pioneers? It sure still does, albeit in a transmuted state.

Every time an adolescent kid in Mexico enjoys an indigenous rock band, its style and tempo have derived from its counterpart in the U.S.

When McDonald’s sets up operations in India, its offerings morph into items that suit the local palate.

Michael Jackson’s CDs have spawned inspired dance choreography responses from that behemoth Indian film industry called Bollywood.

The U.S. has unwittingly set the tone for a sort of corporate sponsorship of items that go abroad. It sends more than the Nike, Planet Hollywood, and Disney brands overseas. Its more enduring exports are the blueprints of its values of innovation, do-it-yourself ethics, hard work, and individualism. (1).

Still, the figures to show that the U.S. hasn’t made cheap consumer goods in thirty years exist. The Commerce Department puts the 2004 import bill for consumer goods–shoes, clothes, toys, TVs, cookware, camping gear etc. at $373.2 billion. The most “cheap consumer goods” are imported into the U.S. from Asia, which accounted for two-thirds of the U.S. manufacturing trade deficit in 2004. (2)

The most recent figures released by the government show that the U.S. trade deficit (more imports than exports) for December 2006 hit a record high $61.2 billion. The total U.S. trade deficit in goods now tops $800 billion, roughly 7 percent of America’s Gross Domestic Product (GDP). The deficit with China rose to $230 billion, the largest in history between two nations. (3)

Nevertheless it’s more than physical “American made” products that grab and hold the attention of worldwide consumers. It’s the essence of America’s intangible “exports” that are grabbing the international stage.


The Tectonic Shift

The ideologies of independence and individualism have shifted to countries such as India, where earlier, bowing to traditional and parental authority reigned supreme.

Young, twenty-something women employed at IT companies in Bangalore and Hyderabad now chum together and rent a flat, take in the glittering night life, shop for jeans costing several hundreds of rupees a pop. And there’s more. They choose their own mates, if they decide to marry at all. Parents, when questioned about this new trend, sigh and say resignedly, “Children are imitating Western lifestyles here nowadays. That’s their choice.”

Is this a good or bad thing? More importantly, should we categorize these shifts as neatly as all that? Can we?

The English language has the viral expandability of the fungus. The U.S. borrowed it from the British and has passed it on. The English spoken in Mumbai or Sidney, or London does not all sound alike. Indian English is the result of a commingling of British English and the indigenous version of the language, which, in its spoken form, sounds like dialect with a sing-song inflection at the end of sentences.

Why is American pop culture catching on like wildfire overseas? Every nation has grown richer over the past two decades. The umbrella of prosperity has brought with it leisure time and disposable income, which the entertainment boom is counting upon. Add to it the inroads that the English language has made in countries such as Vietnam and El Salvador through hip-hop songs, and the yearning for new American exports is even more pronounced. Youngsters all over the globe, embrace American phrases like “cool”, “wassup,” and “chill,” even if they have never set foot in the U.S. (4)

In his videos, India’s most popular rapper, Baba Sehgal, uses English interjections on occasion, “Yo, this is funky,” and mimics the gestures of his U.S. counterparts. But Sehgal insists that his music is solely an instrument of entertainment, and that it does not make a social statement. (5)

America’s biggest export is no longer its manufactured goods, but movies, TV programs, music, books and software. “The Young and the Restless,” and Baywatch” are the programs of choice in New Delhi and Bangalore, “The Simpsons” are on tap in Seoul, and Oprah holds viewers in thrall in Kuala Lumpur. (6)

Since the 1991 collapse of the Soviet Union, new markets have opened for the U.S. and total exports of intellectual property have increased by 94%, and this does not include the billions of dollars lost each year to illegal copying. (7)

The Selling of Dreams

Why are American-made movies selling abroad in a big way? Observers say that beyond the glitz, gloss, sex and violence, the movies reflect many of the appealing themes and myths of the U.S.: individuality, wealth, progress, tolerance and optimism.

“Titanic’s” ideology of the relationship between the rich and the poor and how people react to disaster has universal appeal. Nike, Revlon and Calvin Klein all sell because they are well-conceived. America has a genius for branding, according to French novelist, Philippe Labro. (8)

If foreign marketers use U.S. processes, these are derived and evolved in keeping with their market needs. Hollywood’s blockbusters are not cloned but translated into creations indigenous to the mores of international markets. Bollywood, that prolific movie machine that churns out countless movies a year, is incorporating song and dance that could vie with any produced by the entertainment business in the U.S.

Growing up American Overseas

Growing up attracted to things American is hardly a recent phenomenon. Baby boomers grew up listening to the bubbly, heart throbbing songs of Elvis, Rick Nelson, Pat Boone, and the Drifters, and wove their dreams around them. Never mind that the scenarios were totally imagined. They now serve as fodder for happy memories revisited.

This writer’s memories of growing up as a teenager in Bangalore includes Baldwin Girls’ High School, an American institution, where visiting speakers from the U.S. introduced us to musicals and movies just released. Imagination did the rest. You knew exactly how high the corn in the cornfields of Kansas grew in August from Mitzi Gaynor’s charming song, “I’m in Love with a Wonderful Guy” from the movie, South Pacific. (9)

Truly Homegrown

In a seventh-floor warehouse in downtown Los Angeles, Dov Charney, a Canadian-born entrepreneur makes clothing, an activity that has long since shipped offshore to places known for sweatshops and low wages. Growing up, Charney found that there was “something” about American-made products. They were “rugged.” (10)

So Charney started producing casual clothing, that quickly developed a big following among the urban hip population, from T shirts and skirts, to bathing suits and underwear, all made not in some foreign sweatshop, but by workers in America. He is probably doing something right. In three years, American Apparel stores have opened in 11 countries, from LA to Tokyo, with revenues of some $300 million as of 2005. (11)

There is still the odd entrepreneur who elects to stay within these borders, and mines the principles utilized by Levi Strauss, J.C. Penney and other tough early pioneers of industry.

Exporting Institutions of Higher Learning

Decades ago, U.S. universities were the epitome of haloed institutions offering an MBA, the degree of choice for upwardly mobile, elite young hotshots. Now American universities are electing to go overseas with the same curricula and tough standards that make their degrees desirable.

Leaders of universities are setting up full-blown brick-and-mortar establishments with their own support staff and full degrees. Thus the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, has established a campus in Singapore, and Texas A & M University has set up a campus in Qatar. (12)

The MBA has been popular among young seekers of post-graduate degrees after completing a bachelor’s degree in engineering or a related field in India. Universities such as the Institute of Management in Ahmedabad and the Indian Institute if Technology (IIT) in Delhi, Mumbai, and Chennai have been turning out graduates the equivalent of those from, say, Northwestern and MIT. But these are the prerogative of those who are able to afford the cost of these degrees. With the current affluence these days, more of such universities exported from the U.S. will enable a greater latitude of choice, perhaps lessen the intense competition of getting into these colleges.


Local Cultural Identity

According to Tyler Cowen, Professor of Economics at George Mason University, American movies and music have done very well in some countries like Sweden and less well in other s like India. An Indian Muslim might listen to religious Qawali music to set himself apart from local Hindus, or a native of Calcutta might favor songs from Bengal cinema. The Indian music market is 96 percent domestic in origin, in part because India is such a large and multifaceted society. (13)

Music and movies are deeply held sources of identity in countries such as India and China. Cultural expressions of this sort in these countries have extended over almost a century. However, these nations also have a sizable segment of Gen Y population. 54 percent of India’s population is under 24 years of age, and 42.4 percent of the population of Saudi Arabia is under 15 years of age. Standing at an exciting threshold, this segment is quicker to grab American pop culture exports as well as new technologies, rather than cruise on cultural paraphernalia produced at home, much to the chagrin of their parents, who were brought up on it. (14)

Retaining Popularity

For centuries, the label, “Made in America” stood for supremacy in everything. Now with globalization on the rise, American businesses have to deal with protests, boycotts, and increasing costs of tightened security. According to Keith Reinhard, chairman of DDB Worldwide, an ad agency network, companies should position their brands as local, acquire new brand attributes such as cultural sensitivity and a willingness to listen to your customers. The good news is that “while overseas consumers are cooling toward American brands, there is still no hard evidence showing direct impact on bottom lines.” (15)

Observers and critics of American exports of pop culture note a backlash on the part of countries such as Malaysia and Thailand. Malayasian radio stations are pledging to play more local music to help cut the cost of imported discs. A “Buy Thai” program is ongoing in Thailand. Mexico has outlawed the dubbing of American movies in Mexico. Why dub when the country produces its own films? (16)

In his article, “The Perils of (And for) and Imperial America,” Charles William Maynes asserts, “One wonders whether American officials would cling so ardently to their position regarding international free trade in cultural goods if it turned out the market forces were in fact overwhelming the U.S. with, say, the culture of the Middle East or Latin America.” (17)

Despite the analogy and comparison, the brand is still the selling point; one of the basic principles of marketing is to develop a good brand. Does a good brand sell itself? Some experts think so, others feel it’s advertising that sells those brands. The projected future will see a merging of products and brands because of globalization. Until then brand America continues to cause global enchantment and curiosity.


(1.) Trueheart, Charles, “With Popularity Come Pitfalls” Washington Post Foreign Sevice, Tuesday, October 27, 1998, p. A 19

(2.) McLymont, Rosalind, “Made in America–State of U.S. manufactured exports not as bleak as it seems,” Shipping Digest (Feb. 6, 2006)p.NA Infotrac

(3.) Murray: On The ‘Fast Track’ Out? By: Joe Murray, The Bulletin 02/28/2007.

(4.) Farhi, Paul & Rosenfeld, Megan, “American Pop Penetrates Worldwide,” Washington Post, Sunday, Oct. 25, 1998, p. A1

(5.) Farhi, Paul & Rosenfeld, Megan, Ibid, Sunday, Oct. 25, 1998, p. A1

(6.) Farhi, Paul & Rosenfeld, Megan, Ibid, Sunday, Oct. 25, 1998, p. A1

(7.) Farhi, Paul & Rosenfeld, Megan, Ibid, Sunday, Oct. 25, 1998, p. A1

(8.) 7. Farhi, Paul & Rosenfeld, Megan, Ibid, Sunday, Oct. 25, 1998, p. A1

(9.) South Pacific, Studio: 20th Century Fox, DVD Release Date: November 7, 2006, Run Time: 151 minutes

(10.) “American Apparel: A Made-In-U.S.A. A Success,, Feb. 4, 2006

(11.) “American Apparel: A Made-In-U.S.A. A Success,, Feb. 4, 2006

(12.) McClure, Ann, “Made in America: IHEs Strive to ensure academic quality as they expand globally,” University Business, Oct. 2006: pp.50-55

(13.) Cowen, Tyler, “Some Countries Remain Resistant to American Cultural Exports, Economic Scene,, Feb. 22, 2007

(14.) O’Guinn, Allen & Semenik, Advertising & Integrated Brand Promotion 4e, Thomsonlearning, p. 19

(15.) Delaney, Laurel, “American Outcast” Global Village, Entrepreneur, Feb. 2006 p. 81

(16.) Trueheart, Charles, “With Popularity Come Pitfalls” Washington Post Foreign Sevice, Tuesday, October 27, 1998, p. A 19

(17.) Maynes, Charles William, “The Perils of (And for) an Imperial America” Foreign Policy, No. 111 (Summer, 1998), pp.36-38 Infotrac

Rekha Ambardar has published over eighty genre and literary short stories and articles in print and electronic magazines, in addition to two novels. Rekha also teaches courses in marketing, international marketing, advertising, and business communication at Finlandia University in Upper Michigan.

Ambardar, Rekha

>>> View more: The timely wisdom of traditional tales: The penetrating beauty and great art of Haida poetry shines through in new translations by West Coast poet and linguist Robert Bringhurst

The timely wisdom of traditional tales: The penetrating beauty and great art of Haida poetry shines through in new translations by West Coast poet and linguist Robert Bringhurst

In the fall of 1900, John Swanton, a young American linguist and ethnographer, arrived on British Columbia’s Queen Charlotte Islands and found a great culture on the brink of extinction. On the shores of misty inlets, totem poles towered forlornly above abandoned cedar houses. Over the course of the preceding century, the 12,000 Haida people of the archipelago — an area known in their own tongue as Haida Gwaii — had been reduced by the ravages of smallpox to a remnant of about a thousand. Many of the survivors had become Christian and their old beliefs were already slipping from memory. Yet Swanton was able to find a handful of Haida who could still tell their people’s traditional oral tales. Many were entertaining and historically important. But the best were poetry of a high order — evocations of the myths that had once sustained the Haida’s deep links to the sea and forests.

Swanton, who knew the Haida language, spent a year taking dictation from the surviving storytellers. Ultimately, he published his findings in scholarly books and journals that never reached a wider public. And so — even while Haida carving became celebrated around the world — Haida poetry has remained relatively unknown. But now West Coast poet and linguist Robert Bringhurst has used Swanton’s original manuscripts to create one of the most important books to grace Canadian literature in many years. In A Story as Sharp as a Knife (Douglas & McIntyre), Bringhurst offers new translations of such penetrating beauty that they fully justify his contention that Haida poetry is, at its best, great art. The book also offers fascinating glimpses into the Haida oral culture, as well as making claims about the authorship of the poems that challenge decades of scholarly thinking.


A slow-spoken man with a deep, pleasant voice, Bringhurst — whose own poetry has been translated into seven languages — is already known for two earlier books about the Haida. In 1984, he and his friend and mentor, Haida sculptor Bill Reid (who died in 1998), published The Raven Steals the Light, a superb retelling of Haida stories that has been reprinted several times. Seven years later, Bringhurst and photographer Ulli Steltzer released The Black Canoe. It chronicled Reid’s sculpting of a six-metre bronze canoe (which now sits outside the Canadian Embassy in Washington), and earned a reputation as one of the best studies ever of Haida culture. Both books were nourished by Bringhurst’s study of the Haida language, which he began 17 years ago and which has now achieved its major flowering in A Story as Sharp as a Knife. Yet this wise and valuable book, which seems so inevitable a product of his labours, came about, in a sense, by accident.

As Bringhurst tells it, 12 years ago he applied for a Guggenheim Foundation grant to write a book of original poems based on Northwest Coast mythology. He received the $26,000 grant, but when he began to study the best collections of that mythology — books and manuscripts by Swanton and others — he saw he had the wrong idea altogether. “I realized what a fool I had been to suppose that this stuff was folktales just sitting there waiting for some nice, sophisticated downtown poet like me to come along and make art out of it,” says Bringhurst. “The art was already there.”

And so were the artists. As Bringhurst studied the source material, he discovered that the poems were the work of individual poets with names like Ghandl and Skaay. Bringhurst became convinced that they were great original artists in their own right — a conviction that flies in the face of most scholarly assumptions about Native American literature. In the standard, rather paternalistic view, this work is simply “folk art,” created anonymously and passed on substantially unchanged for generations: storytellers were judged not by their originality, but by their faithfulness to the pure, accepted version of a tale.

But Bringhurst’s book shows that the Haida poets had their own individual styles. And while they often used similar plots, characters and formulaic phrases, they were no different, he maintains, than those Renaissance artists who all painted crucifixions or annunciations. What counted was not the common subject matter, but the touch of individual genius. “Haida poetry is not folk art any more than the sculpture of Donatello is folk art or the sonatas of Beethoven are folk music,” insists Bringhurst. “This is art made by individuals who knew what they were doing, and did it in their own way.”

Whatever scholarly turmoil results from his claim, there can be no doubting the strange power of the poems. They are not poetry in the standard European sense, with regular metres and stanzas. Instead, they take a wilder, more freely flowing course, though at the same time they are unified by the subtle, musical repetition of phrases and themes. They are also highly accessible and entertaining, while at a deeper level they come to grips with complex themes of survival and conflict. “This was a literature for the whole community to feast on,” Bringhurst says. “There was something in the poems for everybody, but the old, wise people undoubtedly got more out of them than others.”

One of Swanton’s informants, a blind man called Ghandl, told him a story that Bringhurst entitles “Goose Food.” It concerns a young man who marries a young woman who is in fact a wild goose (in so-called mythtime, many creatures could assume human shape). When she flies away to her home in the sky, he follows her, only to discover that he cannot live in her world. This charming story is clearly a version of the folktale known in Europe as “The Swan Maiden” — which inspired Tchaikovsky’s ballet, Swan Lake. Bringhurst estimates the tale may be 100,000 years old: it may have come to North America from Asia with the ancestors of the Haida.


In Ghandl’s telling (or at least in Bringhurst’s translation) “Goose Food” has a streamlined, minimalist quality that entices the imagination to flesh it out. Yet the Haida poets could also create passages of great lyrical beauty. Skaay’s magnificent tale, “The One They Hand Along,” is about a headman’s much-loved daughter. It exquisitely evokes her royal origins: “They wove the down of blue falcons into her dancing blanket, they say.” The phrase “they say” is common in Haida poetry and seems to emphasize both the elusive, hearsay nature of the tale and — paradoxically — the authority granted to it by common knowledge.

Many of these tales take as their theme the exceeding of wise and sensible limits. In “The One They Hand Along,” a young woman is kidnapped by a youth who has stolen his father’s magic hat: he takes her off to an alien place under the sea, with unhappy results. Bringhurst believes such stories reflect the Haida’s keen sensitivity to the need for social and ecological harmony. In their view, he explains, the cosmos was not run by a single powerful figure “like the Christians’ father in the sky.” Rather, the universe ran itself through a harmonious distribution of powers among humans, animals and mythological creatures: “No one is in charge of the world, but everyone has some power. If people try to take too much, if they try to take charge, they destroy themselves.”

Bringhurst thinks this theme contains a message for the world’s current dominant culture, which appears to be committed to unlimited development and consumption. In that sense, A Story as Sharp as a Knife may be as timely as it is compelling. Of course, whether the busy world will pay heed to the canny old poets of Haida Gwaii is, as they say, another story.

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E. Victor Milione, R.I.P.

THERE wasn’t yet a “conservative movement” in the early 1950s, but there was bustling activity on the right side of the political spectrum. The great Austrian economists Friedrich Hayek and Ludwig von Mises had come to America, and Leonard Read had launched the Foundation for Economic Education to give their libertarian (“classical liberal”) ideas wide exposure. Richard Weaver and Russell Kirk were writing their seminal works, and Henry Regnery was publishing them. Human Events and The Freeman were bringing conservative analysis to the general public. The 25-year-old Bill Buckley burst on the national scene with God and Man at Yale (also published by Regnery), and another Austrian expatriate, Willi Schlamm, started plying Buckley with the idea of a conservative journal–which four years later made its appearance as NATIONAL REVIEW.

Another of Buckley’s mentors, the libertarian Frank Chodorov (whom WFB later described as a “gentle, elderly anarchist”), recognized that the left-wing ideas criticized in God and Man were by no means confined to Yale. The Left was making its long march through the institutions. If the Right was not to cede the next generation, action was needed. In 1953, Chodorov founded the Intercollegiate Society of Individualists, grandly announcing that he had a “fifty-year project” to defeat collectivism in all its manifestations.


At first, though, Chodorov’s endeavor was more a hope than a plan. Then he received a windfall donation from a wealthy Midwesterner and made the best investment of his life: He hired a 28-year-old Pennsylvanian named Vic Milione to run ISI and spread the word on the campuses. Chodorov told Milione, “Vic, I have this money and as long as it lasts, you will get $75 a week and expense money. You’ll have to take your chances on the future.”

Milione took the chance. When the money ran out, he raised more. And he formed a plan to do an end run around the leftists’ march. As his eventual successor, Ken Cribb, put it, “If ISI was denied schools, it could have summer schools. If the classroom was out of reach, there was the independent lecture and the seminar. If ISI couldn’t assign texts, it could make available alternative libraries of books and journals via the mails.” And eventually, the young scholars nurtured by ISI did make their way into positions in the academy. Milione himself, speaking a few years ago about ISI’s Weaver Fellowships, pointed out that the recipients among them “have published over 1,000 books–8,000 articles and reviews–and it is estimated that they teach about 50,000 students each year.”

Besides making ISI a viable institution, Milione shaped it into a conservative institution. Whereas Chodorov was a pure libertarian–in fact, by his own description, a “radical” libertarian–concerned only with protecting freedom from the incursions of government, Milione was devoted to “Western Civilization as well as our specific American Heritage.”

He saw to it that ISI fostered a love for that civilization and that heritage among its student members, and among all those, students or not, who bought its books and subscribed to its journals, The Intercollegiate Review and Modern Age. The change in emphasis, which he had begun with Chodorov’s permission while the older man was still president of ISI, was underlined after Chodorov’s death, when ISI dropped “individualist” from its name and became the Intercollegiate Studies Institute.


Milione handed his beloved ISI over to Ken Cribb in 1988 and took pleasure in its continued thriving. As his health permitted, he continued to attend ISI functions and meetings of sister organizations such as the Philadelphia Society. His diminutive frame belied the largeness of his vision. With the substitution of just one word, what he said of ISI sums up Vic Milione’s own life: “Fifty”–eighty–“years of integrity (meaning both honesty and wholeness) of effort, and diligence, has reaped rich rewards.”

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My kind of town

Few cities have so thoroughly altered the world’s perception of them as Chicago. In the past half-century, America’s second city — ‘the city of big shoulders’, as the poet, Carl Sandburg, famously called it — has shaken off its blue-collar image and transformed itself into one of the finest places to live and work anywhere.

There was a time when the city by Lake Michigan was primarily associated (by outsiders, at any rate) with organised crime and bent coppers. No longer. The villains and the coppers are still there, as they are everywhere, but the city now presents a more attractive face. ‘Second City’ it may be, but the ‘toddlin’ town’ of the song is anything but second class. With its superb setting, thriving business life, magnificent reputation for the performing arts, and spirit of adventure, Chicago offers a splendid example of how a modern city can work.

Perhaps more than anywhere else, this is a city altered by the arts: architects, musicians, writers and actors have all played a significant part. When Sir Georg Solti took the Chicago Symphony Orchestra on a European tour in the summer of 1971, to loud hurrahs, conductor and musicians returned to a ticker-tape reception through the city, and were accorded front-page treatment by Time magazine. Here, at last, was the status, the class, that all city fathers crave.


With Solti, the Hungarian Englishman, achieving hero’s status, Saul Bellow at the University of Chicago winning the Nobel Prize for Literature, and the Goodman and Steppenwolf companies bolstering the city’s reputation for producing the most lively theatre in America, Chicago made the world look at it with fresh eyes. And, to put a cherry on the top, there was always the Art Institute, one of America’s great collections, and the repository of the broadest selection of Impressionist paintings outside Paris.

It is not only French painting that gets a look-in. The Art Institute also features excellent work by Americans, which is entirely appropriate in a city that may be held to represent that vast continent.

Gateway to the Midwest, sufficiently far from both coasts to have a strong urban identity that owes nothing to either New York or Los Angeles, this city speaks clearly of the amplitude and social blend of the country. It is not necessarily true to say that ‘Chicago is America’, but it’s a good place to start if you want to understand what America is, and how it works.

The ‘sombre city’ of Bellow’s young hero, Augie March, can still be glimpsed during the cold winters, for the wind really does zip off Lake Michigan, and the streets in ‘The Loop’ downtown are full of hardy men and women wrapped up against the elements.

But this is essentially a handsome city, an architect’s playground, noted for the quality and variety of its skyscrapers. Take a trip on the Chicago River, and marvel at the beauty of a city that renews itself year by year.

It isn’t the blast off the lake that gives the place its sobriquet, however. Chicago is known as the ‘Windy City’ because when it was being rebuilt after the great fire of 1871, visiting New York journalists were so taken (or perhaps exasperated) by the tendency of locals to bump up their city that they thought them full of wind.

Today, visitors will find Chicagoans to be friendly folk. There is none of that secondcity chippiness that sometimes infects other towns. Most of the people born there are happy to remain, with good reason — their lives are varied and fulfilling.

At its deepest point the bedrock of the city is German and Polish, with layers of Italian and Irish culture supplementing the large black population living on the South Side. In recent years there have been waves of immigration from Ukraine and from Asian countries, so it really is true to describe Chicago as a city of neighbourhoods, where folk of many nationalities live cheek-by-jowl. During the football World Cup last summer it was possible to believe that Americans were attuned to events in Germany, such was the interest of so many people who had left the countries taking part in the tournament.


But the most imposing modern construction is the work of an Englishman. Anish Kapoor’s astounding steel sculpture, Cloud Gate, takes pride of place on the edge of Millennium Park, on South Michigan Drive, next door to the Art Institute. Known as ‘The Bean’ by locals (it is shaped like a giant coffee bean), and reflecting the buildings around it in all sorts of dazzling ways, it offers the best possible example of how visual art can enhance a modern city.

Chicagoans come here at all hours, to walk round and under it. They even get married on the site. It is an ocular miracle.

Not that Chicago is short of art in public places. At various places downtown you will find sculptures by Henry Moore, Picasso, Miro and Alexander Calder (a terrific, towering, deep-orange stabile outside the Post Office), and the Four Seasons mural by Chagall. Full marks to Chicago for trusting in the power of art to brighten the lives of its citizens, and to Chicagoans for making them part of their city.

Cloud Gate, by itself, provides a compelling reason for visiting Chicago. For lovers of theatre and music, for shoppers and diners, for admirers of architecture, and for pretty well anyone who has any curiosity about how people can live well in an urban setting, Chicago is a treasure trove. If that overused phrase ‘world class’ has any meaning, then Chicago is coated with that quality.

Personal picks: the Clark Street Ale House, the original Morton’s of Chicago steakhouse, a leisurely stroll round the leafy Lincoln Park district, Sunday morning at the quaint Music Box cinema uptown (where the organist pops up between shows to entertain! ) and, two blocks away, Wrigley Field, the homely ballpark where the perennially duff Cubs never fail to frustrate their fans. Whichever way your tastes incline, this is a great town.

Thinking outside of the (big) box: Chapters and Future Shop form an odd couple, but get a new challenge from Indigo’s power couple

The story so far.

The fair damsel (well, sort of) in this case, the big-store, slightly overextended bookseller Chapters, is alone in her tower, crying woe and trying to fend off the unwanted advances of Toronto power couple Heather Reisman and Gerry Schwartz. They are out to nab Chapters Inc.’s 77-superstore dowry and merge it with Reisman’s tony 15-store book chain, Indigo! Books & Music Inc. A potboiler, and from Chapters’ vantage, the tale is not going well. Bad words are exchanged. Lawsuits fly. There is talk of poisoned pills.

All of a sudden, out of the blue of the western sky (Burnaby, B.C., to be precise) comes an unexpected saviour: Future Shop Ltd., galloping in on an appliance-grade steed of houseware and electronics profits. Money is pledged. Future Shop’s $200-million bid — roughly $16.80 a share in cash and stock — tops the Reisman-Schwartz offer of $15 a share. More important, it is for the entire company, not just the 50.1 per cent that Indigo wants. Handshakes all round.


Last Chapter? A happy ending? Don’t put down the book yet. Within two sunsets, Gerry Schwartz has topped the Future Shop bid with an offer of $17 a share. Conditional on Chapters removing a shareholders rights poison pill. But all cash. For all of the company. “Our proposal beats the Future Shop bid in every respect,” he boasts.

It’s going to be quite a war, between the power couple — and the odd couple. They do seem a strange fit: Future Shop, the big-box electronics retailer (actually Future Shop is also a supplier of home electronics for US market, such as: best air fryer, firearm, rifle scope, etc) with its warehouse charm and legion of eager on- commission salespeople. And Chapters, superstore to the latte crowd, with its leather loungers and ensuite Starbucks. Working title of this plot line: “Revenge of the Boxes.”

Taking over Chapters is a unique opportunity “to create a powerhouse Canadian retailer,” says Future Shop president Kevin Layden. “It is complementary to our existing growth strategy based on the four main tenets: selling boxes, selling content associated with boxes, selling connections and services.” Huh? Translated, this means Future Shop gets to add Chapters’ high-end books, music and DVDs to its quiver to help fend off the anticipated Canadian arrival of Minneapolis-based Best Buy Co., a humongous big-box purveyor of electronic gadgetry. But the real prize is Chapters’ e-business, suggests Ed Strapagiel, a senior vice- president at retail analyst Kubas Consultants. Chapters has the better brand name and much more experience with online sales, even as it has lost a mitt-full, $56 million in the past 18 months.

Strapagiel, for one, is not worried about a culture clash at Future Shop and Chapters. At the corporate level, at least, their respective operators seem cut from the same cloth: rapid debt-defying expansionists who can barely pass a mall without wanting to build a store. Since he founded Chapters in 1994 by merging Coles and SmithBooks, CEO Larry Stevenson has both infuriated and rejuvenated Canada’s book industry by treating it to a full-frontal dose of U.S.- style deep-discount merchandising. But it is not likely he would stay on: “As of yet, no one has made that decision,” he said while announcing the deal. Future Shop execs said they intended to run two, for the most part, separate operations, that they would do nothing to darken Chapters’ upscale door with heavy appliances, and that they have “all the faith in the world” in Stevenson’s number 2, Chapters’ president Glen Murphy.


As for the power couple, this is a high-stakes battle. If Future Shop wins, it will be missed opportunity number 3 for Schwartz: he was unable to acquire John Labatt Ltd. in 1995 or merge Air Canada and Canadian Airlines in 1999. But he is not hurting. If he were to cash out the Chapters’ holdings he and his wife have been accumulating, he would walk away with about $24 million — not far off what Chapters is expected to lose and Future Shop is expected to earn in profits this year.

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Area’s acoustic folk music gains tradition: Silver Spring church is site for popular series, and more is in store

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Sound man, impresario and owner of Takoma Park’s venerable House of Musical Traditions, David Eisner is hunched over his portable soundboard in the upper meeting room of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Silver Spring. Like most Monday nights, it’s time for a folk music concert, courtesy of the Institute of Musical Traditions, a nonprofit offshoot of Mr. Eisner’s store, itself for many years a mainstay of Washington’s acoustic music community.

Home Brew, a Takoma Park acoustic band opening for featured folk balladeer Sally Rogers, is tuning up onstage, and the mix is not quite right. Fiddler Liberty Rucker, a former employee of Mr. Eisner’s, can’t hear the rest of the band on the monitors.

“How’s that?” Mr. Eisner asks.

The musicians play a few bars.

“That’s fine,” Miss Rucker says. “I can hear it now.”

The female band launches into a few more riffs, and with a little back and forth banter, the final settings are determined. The band breaks to await the audience’s arrival, and Mr. Eisner leans back to relax – for a minute or two.

His intense face framed by a thick, black beard, the burly Mr. Eisner, 47, is looking a little weary this evening. In addition to operating the store, he has been sponsoring this venerable concert series for 15 years, and this season marks a turning point. No longer able to supply the $10,000 to $15,000 a year that the series needs to keep going, he’s looking to make the concerts more self-supporting, and that’s a tough order in today’s lean times.

“We’ll need to raise at least that much, probably more, and increase our audience size, or we’ll have to close our doors,” he says.

With arts funding cut back on the federal and local levels, there are more arts groups pursuing leaner companies with less of a desire to give than ever before. And support is particularly critical for IMT and devotees of acoustic music. Along with Alexandria’s landmark Birchmere and the lesser-known Folk Club of Reston-Herndon, the smoke-free IMT is one of few places around that features a mix of top international Celtic and folk artists in an acoustically excellent hall where serious listening, rather than serious drinking, is the order of the day.

Over the years, the series has featured many of the acoustic “greats” in their earlier days – among them Mary Chapin Carpenter, who has agreed to be an honorary board member of IMT, according to Busy Graham, current director of the institute.


While many of these artists got their start elsewhere, the IMT series helped gain them valuable early recognition. “I’m approaching a number of other big names who’ve played here in the past because their support can attract interest from the corporate community,” Mrs. Graham says.

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The House of Musical Traditions actually got its start in Greenwich Village in 1967. First housed in a loft above the St. Mark’s Theater, the shop catered to traditional and acoustic musicians and specialized in building lap dulcimers. At about the same time, Mr. Eisner was majoring in psychology at the University of Maryland, moving on to establish Maggie’s Farm, an alternative boutique in Takoma Park.

“I liked to call it `a unique craftsperson’s place,’ he says, “but some might have called it a head shop.”

A fan of acoustic music and already familiar with the House of Musical Traditions, the entrepreneurial Mr. Eisner learned that the owners were interested in selling and decamping to California. So he purchased the store’s inventory and name and reopened it in Takoma Park at the site of the former Maggie’s Farm, eventually moving the store to its current location at 7040 Carroll Ave.

Right at home in funky, downtown Takoma Park, the shop prospered. Selling traditional, often handmade instruments to a sophisticated and demanding clientele specializing in folk, bluegrass and Celtic music, the store expanded to include sheet music, books and recordings by well-known and local artists. Mr. Eisner opened another location in Berkeley Springs, W.Va., in 1974, but that location was closed in 1983, and the store was consolidated in the present space.

The concert series started almost by accident in the early 1980s. Members of the local Irish band Celtic Thunder contacted Mr. Eisner and asked him whether there was any possibility of doing an in-store concert featuring Tony Sullivan, a banjo player from Ireland – “in four days.” Mr. Eisner agreed, putting out what publicity he could, and he was surprised by the excellent attendance on such short notice.

An informal concert series started not long afterward, and soon, it was getting too big for the shop.

“It got so that we’d have to move instruments right out to people’s cars when the acts changed,” says Mr. Eisner, and the series soon moved down the street to the old Takoma Cafe. When the restaurant closed in the late 1980s, the series – by now incorporated as a nonprofit organization – moved to the Unitarian Universalist Church of Silver Spring, its current home, where it now mounts some 40 concerts per year.

Local musicians such as hammered dulcimer virtuoso Maggie Sansone and Celtic harpist Sue Richards, as well as traveling internationally known artists such as Canada’s singer-songwriter Eileen McGann, have been attracted to the place, a spacious yet acoustically warm and intimate space just off busy New Hampshire Avenue. The vaulted wooden ceiling floats above an airy layer of windows in the church’s upper meeting room, and on the walls, an exhibit of paintings by local artists is rotated every month.

The chatty ambience is enhanced at concert halftime when delectable comestibles are served up by moonlighting Silver Spring bakers operating under the moniker of “Desserts First, Because Life Is Uncertain.”

“National touring artists have told us that the IMT series and our venue is their favorite place to play,” Mrs. Graham says.


Audiences have grown over the years, according to Mrs. Graham, perhaps boosted by the recent New Age interest in Celtic and traditional music. Nonetheless, the average audience consists of regulars (who Mrs. Graham says attend about a third of the concerts each season) and a lot of people in the 40- to 50-year-old age group, primarily boomers who first became devoted to folk music in the 1960s. And the series is increasingly popular with singles.

The institute also supports “Class Acts,” a popular series of arts-in-education and community outreach programs geared primarily toward schoolchildren.

A highlight of the season – and the institute’s biggest event in attendance – is the annual holiday family concert with Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer. Special guests in past years have included the likes of Pete Seeger, Trout Fishing in America and Bill Harley. This year’s concert, the series’s 11th, will be held at Montgomery Blair High School on Dec. 1 and will feature Tom Chapin, an award-winning children’s recording artist and brother of the late folk artist Harry Chapin.

***** WHAT: Upcoming concerts include the Kennedys, with acoustic guitar and vocals, tomorrow; Gordon Bok, Ed Trickett and Ann Mayo Muir performing Russian, Irish and original tunes on Friday; and an evening of Celtic harp with Sue Richards, Jane Valencia and Debra Knodel next Sunday at 7 p.m.

WHERE: Unitarian Universalist Church of Silver Spring, 10309 New Hampshire Ave. (at Oaklawn Drive), Silver Spring

WHEN: All times 8 p.m. unless otherwise noted

TICKETS: $8-15. Discounts available. Students under 14 half-price

PHONE: 301/588-7525. Tickets also on sale at the House of Musical Traditions, 7040 Carroll Ave., Takoma Park

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Terrorism Not a Kenyan Problem

Yesterday’s removal of a ban on British Airways flights to Kenya, together with the lifting of a travel warning on vacations to the country has come a month too late.

Britain says there has been an improvement in the security situation – meaning the harrassment of traders in Eastleigh has been stepped up, and the move to sabotage the miraa industry – by banning flights to and from Somalia – is succeeding.


Now, it remains for America to tell its citizens that Kenya is no longer one of the most dangerous places to be. Last week, the US temporarily closed its embassy in Nairobi, citing terrorism fears – and has not reopened it. Those in the Kenya tourism industry will tell you, though, that America and Britain are no longer important markets for them.

That Britain and the US have fairly reliable intelligence networks cannot be gainsaid. On that account alone, they have cause to be circumspect when they receive information about an imminent terrorist attack. For this reason, their travel advisories are relied upon by citizens of other countries other than their own. But the reasons for issuing them remain suspect.

America and Britain would rather Kenya had tanks rolling at its airports, that everyone dropping into a bar for an evening beer was frisked for TNT, and that a law on terrorism was in the statute books. Both countries would rather Kenya had people being tried for aiding terrorists – regardless of whether or not there is evidence to convict them.

In the absence of these things, America and Britain have chosen to spread fear and despondency about being in Kenya – with the result that the tourism industry is teetering on the brink of collapse, and the air travel industry is looking at massive losses in coming months. Parliament calls it economic sabotage.

The superpowers may have a right to ask that the Kenya Government takes certain steps to protect them and their interests – after all, they attacked Iraq without anyone’s approval – but the decision to acquiesce to these requests remains discretionary.

It is not unlikely that the argument – over whether or not Kenya is doing enough to prevent terrorism – could go on for much longer than its negotiations with the International Monetary Fund on the resumption of aid.

In the event that Kenya is unable to satisfy the two countries’ security demands, and it will not, their citizens and interests will never be safe. The sooner this acknowledgement is made, the better for everyone concerned.

If Kenya is unsafe for America and Britain, the logical thing to do would be for the two countries to move their embassies and businesses elsewhere – not bad-mouth the country to the rest of the world. It is Americans and Britons who may be inviting insecurity into Kenya – because their presence beckons terrorism.


The two nations have enemies who seem determined to pursue them to the ends of the earth.

On that account, Kenya should not be getting stressed about how safe Americans and foreigners are. It should be worrying about reducing insecurity internally, so that its citizens can do business and live in an atmosphere of peace. Foreigners can only enjoy this peace incidentally.

Terrorism is not a Kenyan problem. And it is not a global problem. That is only the propaganda that badly behaved superpowers sell to the world.

The only reason that restrained Kenya from asking the US to close its embassy in August 1998, after more than 200 of Kenyans were killed in a terrorist attack was in order to send a message to the terrorists.

Sending the Americans away at that time would have handed victory to Osama bin Laden, who had double-bombed their embassies in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam in a space of seven minutes.

Although the Kenyan casualties were higher than those suffered by America, and the damage to local property was more devastating than what the Nairobi embassy building suffered, the country had little choice but to stand with America. Repairing Cooperative House, which suffered “collateral damage” in the bombing, only ended last month – five years after the attack.

It was not lost on the Government or the people of Kenya that Osama bin Laden and his Al Qaeda network had not targeted Parliament Buildings, or State House, or the Nyayo monument at Uhuru Park. The terrorists’ war was – and still is – with America, Britain and now Norway.

Kenya, as a good friend of America, and as a nation that rejects the use of terrorism to achieve any end, chose to stand with America. And with Israel, and with Britain, and with many other countries that are considered legitimate targets by a host of terrorist organisations.

As payment for its kindness, Kenya has been roundly condemned for its lax administration of immigration affairs, for letting aircraft from anarchic Somalia fly in and out of its airports, and for not caring enough about security. Now, it is listed among the 15 places most likely to be attacked by terrorists – alongside Israel, Saudi Arabia and Morocco.

The very nations that Kenya has stood up for have been advising the world to avoid this country because it is unsafe.

Kenya has no quarrel with America or Britain. Its people have not even considered throwing Molotov cocktails at their embassies yet – a habit that is rampant in many developed countries. Kenya is a very tiny, poor country trying to solve its numerous problems and should be allowed to continue without the kind of superpower sabotage being perpetrated in the name of preventing terrorism.

Regardless of what diplomats and Government ministers tell one another at cocktail parties, the common Kenyan is extremely tired of bearing the burden of friendships that cost too much and yield too little. And that with America, especially, are beginning to fray Kenya’s patience.

America does not need to have its embassy in Nairobi. There are many secure towns and cities in neighbouring countries, such as Entebbe in Uganda and Arusha in Tanzania, where America – and any other country that feels unsafe on Kenyan soil – can go and operate from.

If there is any lesson to be learnt from the British Airways flight ban and the closure of the American embassy, it is that Kenya needs to adopt a hard line in dealing with terrorists, and even harder one when dealing with the nations that attract them.

by Kwamchetsi Makokha


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The colony of Indigo: Opinion: A former bookseller takes aim at the mega- deal

How is it that, after four decades of a diverse and flourishing literary culture in Canada with a healthy network of independent booksellers, the country is now a consumer colony for a single Toronto-based book-retail monopoly, Indigo! Books and Music Inc.?

The unchecked aggrandizement of multinational publishing, distribution and retail corporations has led to a concentration of power in the hands of fewer and ever more ruthless individuals. But the terrifying implications of Indigo’s domination of the distribution of cultural and intellectual materials in Canada passes largely unremarked, and one publisher even suggests that “it will stabilize the Canadian book industry.” Any outcry about disappearing local bookstores is seen as nothing but nostalgia.


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Who now remembers the old wisdom about not putting all one’s eggs in one basket? True, the Competition Bureau is investigating Indigo’s takeover of Chapters Inc., but does anyone expect that, with such powerful friends in government, it will be overturned? Not likely. Jean ChrAtien was among the first to phone and congratulate Indigo’s Heather Reisman.

Heritage Canada has a program to support Canadian publishers, many of whom have been receiving tattered unsold books in lieu of payment from Chapters for

some time. No doubt there will be more desperate pleas from the publishers for assistance when, as I expect, it is discovered that Chapters is in much worse shape than anyone thought and the turnaround will take much longer. Ironically, nobody — neither Heritage Canada nor provincial or municipal governments — came forward with offers of help to independent bookstores when they were desperate, although it is these independent bookstores whose passion and knowledge helped create the Canadian book industry.

The predatory practices so much in vogue nowadays were anathema to most independent booksellers. Chapters had no such qualms; for boss Larry Stevenson and his people, bookselling was a military campaign. Their take-no-prisoners business plan crushed many independents and secured market domination. But even with that, they continued to lose money in their stores, online operation and wholesale division.

There were early warning signs about Reisman with her first foray into the book world: her attempt to bring Borders Group Inc., a large American retailer, into Canada. Fortunately, though laws for the protection of Canadian culture are almost toothless, Industry Canada turned her down. So, in what was seen in the trade as a fit of pique, she opened Indigo. At the time, people were just relieved to have some competition for Chapters.

Last month, the country briefly faced the truly horrifying spectre of a single national bookstore chain, “FutureStuff,” selling Palm hand-helds and DVDs and books on the side. Now, without a whimper and with the usual “cautious optimism,” Canadians acquiesce to the cultural dictatorship of a corporation that hasn’t so far been particularly successful and is clearly just as happy to sell shawls and champagne flutes as books. And because books will be the least profitable part of Reisman’s “cultural department store,” they may well get lost in her fictional woods.

But maybe this will be good news for the remaining independent bookstores. For consumers, the competition between Chapters and Indigo has been a boon, but they may find that the sale is now over. With little competition, there is no reason for Indigo to continue to offer discounts. Furthermore, it is unlikely that readers will find regional interests well served by the chain’s Toronto buyers.


Writers and publishers must now walk on eggshells. Who dares to say anything negative about Indigo? It would be suicide. The possibilities of market censorship and market chill are real. (And if I ever write a book, I’ll be sure to publish it under a pseudonym.)

We should have read Indigo’s motto more carefully — “The world needs more Canada,” a sentiment that, apart from the awkward grammar, really means: now Canada has more Indigo and Indigo has more Canada. And, within a few years, “the world will have more Canada” — when the chain is sold, at a discount, to Borders or Barnes & Noble or

Celia Duthie was president of Vancouver’s independent Duthie Books from 1984 to 1999. She now lives with her family on Galiano Island in the Gulf of Georgia.

Minding the books: an entrepreneur indulges his love for literature

The idea for Canada’s richest literary prize for fiction came to Jack Rabinovitch and Mordecai Richler back in August, 1993, after an afternoon in Grumpy’s Bar in Montreal. Rabinovitch, a wealthy Toronto-based property developer who tends to prefer the company of writers and artists to that of tycoons, was looking for a way to commemorate his wife, Doris Giller, The Toronto Star‘s assistant book editor, who had died of cancer four months earlier. The result was the Giller Prize, an annual $25,000 award for the best English-language fiction published in Canada. The first winner, announced at a lavish banquet in November, 1994, was The Book of Secrets by Toronto writer M.G. Vassanji. “It created a tremendous difference for me, both in terms of sales and recognition,” Vassanji said last week.

Next week, the second Giller winner will be announced, at a black-tie dinner on Nov. 7 for more than 250 people in Toronto. And once again, Rabinovitch is footing the bill. “This is one dinner you can’t buy your way into,” notes Toronto literary agent Beverley Slopen. “I invite my friends,” confirms Rabinovitch. “I don’t have anyone I don’t want.” Rabinovitch also pays for the advance publicity, which includes newspaper ads, posters and shelf stickers for 500 stores across Canada. It is the kind of publicity, notes Slopen, that no Canadian publisher can afford, given the industry’s slim profit margins. This year, the five finalists are Timothy Findley, Barbara Gowdy, Leo McKay Jr., Rohinton Mistry and Richard B. Wright.


Rabinovitch, a self-confessed jock who is a ferocious handball and tennis player, seems an unlikely patron of the arts. “He comes across like a character out of Damon Runyon,” says his friend Joey Slinger, a Toronto Star columnist. “Inside, there’s someone who knows what good art and good literature is all about.” Even his choice of a jury to choose the finalists and the winner is carefully planned: this year, it consists of Richler, literary scholar David Staines and novelist Jane Urquhart. Richler estimates that they have plowed through at least 65 novels and collections of short stories.

Few Canadian entrepreneurs offer as much support to artists. Most of Canada’s literary prizes–such as the Governor General’s Literary Awards or the Ontario government’s Trillium Book Award–are largely funded by taxpayers. One exception is the $50,000 Lionel Gelber Prize for nonfiction, which is open to international writers. But no other English-language fiction prize matches the Giller for lavishness and for the support given to runners-up. “It’s original, generous and done with considerable panache,” comments Richler.

Jack Rabinovitch is an unlikely philanthropist. His parents emigrated from Ukraine in 1926, settling in Montreal. His father sold newspapers for years before saving enough money to open a restaurant. Rabinovitch went to Baron Byng High School, where Richler was a year behind him. His girlfriend, Doris Giller, went to nearby Commercial High.

After graduating in English from McGill University in 1952, Rabinovitch accepted a $75-a-week job writing speeches for grocery magnate Sam Steinberg. In 1960, after working his way up to a vice-presidency at Steinberg’s, Rabinovitch went to work for Ottawa’s Loeb family to help them open new stores. That made him realize how profitable real estate could be. He eventually went into business for himself, making a fortune with apartment buildings and a shrewd investment in cable television. But the price was high–he hated living in Ottawa, and his first marriage was falling apart. In 1970, his wife and three daughters stayed in the capital while he returned to Montreal. One of the first things he did was to call his old high-school sweetheart, Giller, who was books editor at the now-defunct Montreal Star.


By 1973, he and Giller were married and living in Toronto. “Doris was loud and mischievous and didn’t show no respect to all the big-shot developers Jack was in business with,” says Slinger. “And Jack just stood back and watched her, enchanted by everything she did.” By then, Rabinovitch was working for Trizec Corp. Ltd., a real estate company then owned by the Reichmann and the Bronfman families. Peter Bronfman says it was he who suggested Trizec hire Rabinovitch. “He’s very bright and very well read, particularly for a business person,” Bronfman says. “Let’s face it–most of us have our faces buried in facts and figures. But he also reads Shakespeare and can even do crossword puzzles.”

Rabinovitch stayed with Trizec for 20 years, escaping in 1992 before it crashed into bankruptcy. But he remains a force in the real estate world. “He’s very tough, very wise, very shrewd,” says his Montreal-based partner, Robert Theriault. “His timing is always perfect.” Today, Rabinovitch is running a new venture with Toronto business- men David Ehrlich, Bruce Bronfman and Walter Zwig to buy promising properties for investors who can afford a minimum $1-million stake.

No one, certainly not Rabinovitch himself, will say what it has cost him to set up this annual tribute to his late wife, but what is certain is that he spends every cent of it with gusto. When the Giller jury meets to pick the winner, they do it over a long lunch at the Le Mas des Oliviers, Richler’s favorite Montreal restaurant. “Toronto prides itself on being a world-class city, but it took two people from Montreal to set up this gift to Canadian letters,” says Richler with delight.


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