Mad props, as the kids used to say, to our home-girl Alice Munro for snagging a hunk of that Nobel Peace Prize cheese for Literature on Thursday. In your face, Haruki Murakami. Nah, just messin’ with you H-Man, you’re still our dawg.
We caught word of the dope news while chillin’ in our crib and hitting snooze on Rick the mother-effin’ Cluff and CBC Radio’s It’s Too Early Edition, yo. First we thought, are you punking us, Cecilia Walters? Canada’s master of the contemporary short story finally gettin’ to wear the crown? But no, she was for real.
For her literary efforts, A-Bomb also receives a big bag o’ cash. According to our journo-homies at the T-dot Star, the award money fluctuates, but in 2012 the monetary value of the prize was 8,000,000 Swedish kronor (roughly C$1.3 million). That should buy a lot of Cristal and Courvoisier, which you just know will be flowing like Niagra mother-effin’ Falls when Munro and her crew hit the clubs in rural Ontario this weekend.
So in honour of Ms. Munro and her sumptuous achievement, we’re going to kick it old school this week by sparking up a blunt, cracking open Who Do You Think You Are? and immersing ourselves in Rose’s universal struggle to accept herself as she grows up and attempts to escape her whack humble beginnings. You know, keepin’ it real.
