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Dear god no. The Globe & Mail’s other writer that many people love to hate, Leah Mclaren is in town Wednesday. Well at least that is what we thought – it was supposed to be a book event for her novel, “Continuity Girl” at Holt Renfrew. How totally smug for you Leah. Well except for the creepy Lavalife co-sponsoring. But the event seems to be all taken down from the Harper Collins website. OMG – HarperCollins. Stephen Harper! OMG. The irony is delicious.
It's Tuesday April the 25 around 11:12PM and
Leah Mclaren Smackdown

Lately the supposed youthful beauty has been transforming her inane little column into a shameless Maureen Dowd-extra light. She’s been talking about Stephen Harper’s terrible vests and by constantly referring to Micheal Ignatieff as Iggy. But that doesn’t matter does it, she’s out shilling her new book. But all isn’t so rosey. One savage review went a little something like this:
“Even the German word SaumassigeSchreibmaschiene, which roughly translates into “putrid garbage typewriter prose,” fails to convey the stench of this slushpile.”
Leah – you okay down there. Come on honey, stand up.
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