This was an amusing New Yorker with a piece on the history of Coachella and some other stuff but the main thing I found striking was how in the extensive piece about Margeret Atwood (through the lens of the "handmaid's tale in the age of Trump") the whole thing about how she's been excoriated lately by many of my comrades on the Left for her role in l'affair Galloway (basically, UBC writing prof accused of probably sexual assault and certainly really really uncool behaviour by his students, Canadian literati step up to defend him, people weigh in basically along the lines of "star chamber!" v. "I believe women," and Joseph Boyden, who was a former like celeb First Nations writer who turns out maybe not to have been so First Nations after all, and Atwood take most of the brunt because they are the progressive darlings and doyen/nes and it is sharper than a serpent's tooth etc.) got not a whisper of a mention even though it's like for me I'm sure 90% of my thoughts about Margaret Atwood lately (even in the age of Trump) have been in relation to it, and how (and I don't mean to dismiss the seriousness of these concerns, I think I am mostly in agreement with the people who feel betrayed here though perhaps not 100 100 percent though of course there is no such percent agreement among those other people too it just appears that way due to the human instinct toward performative ideological purity and the distorting effect of social media) the talk of the town in one town (Canadatown) can evidently be a tempest in the tiniest of teacups in another. ( )