Until the winner is announced, it’s going to be daily fluff on the Giller shortlist. But some of it is still fun to read. Today’s investigative gem is on the tired, festival-stage question of what “place” means to the author. Where the books themselves are like fine wine, these quasi-articles are like boxed plonk. Tastes of laziness and cookie-cutter plastic, but it’ll still get you drunk! Enjoy. (Go team, Newfoundland!)
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