16 December 2025

Exhuming McCarthy


The Investigator: A Narrative in Dialogue
Reuben Ship
London: Sidgwick & Jackson, 1956
119 pages

Joseph McCarthy was not long for this world when The Investigator was published. Politically and physically, he was all but dead. The American demagogue had been at his most powerful just two years earlier when The Investigator hit Washington. A shell fired from across the northern border, its blast was felt in Congress, the Senate, and was heard, repeatedly, in the Eisenhower White House.

The Investigator began life as a radio play written by Reuben Ship, a Montrealer who'd first achieved acclaim at McGill for his production of Henry IV. He'd gone on to write and produce anti-fascist plays for the YM-YWHA Little Theatre and Montreal's New Theatre Group before chasing opportunity south of the border. This worked for a time. Ship's chief gig was the radio serial The Life Of Riley, but then the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service came calling. Two fellow members of the Radio Writer's Guild suspected Ship of being a Communist. In September 1951, he was called before the House Un-American Activities Committee. He pled the fifth four times, then accused the Committee of jailing people who wanted peace. 

In January 1953, Ship was deported. This would've happened months earlier had he not suffering from chronic osteomyelitis. The writer's journey back to Canada began with his removal in handcuffs from a California hospital. He was transported by plane and train to a Michigan prison hospital ward, where he spent the better part of a day. The following evening, Ship was placed in a police wagon, driven across the Ambassador Bridge, and dumped on a Windsor street.

Do not be distracted by the drama leading to The Investigator; the work deserves the greater attention as one of the most impactful lampoons in American history.

Broadcast on CBC Radio on 30 May 1954, it begins with the titular character about to catch a flight. A man named Garson, speaking on behalf of "the Committee," is pushing for the cancellation of a scheduled hearing. The Investigator will have none of it:

"The committee can't stop me. The Party can't stop me. Nothing can't stop me."
But then the plane carrying the Investigator explodes in mid-flight. Confused, but angry as always, he is met by Inspector Martin of the Immigration Service:

Martin, a kindly soul, seeks to reassure:

"The fog will lift soon. You won't have any trouble seeing in a moment."
   "How did I get here? Where are the other passengers? How many survivors were there?"
   "There no survivors, sir."
   "You mean I'm the only one?"asked the investigator incredulously.
   "There were no survivors."
   "What are you talking about?" the Investigator asked angrily. "are you crazy? I'm here... I'm alive aren't I?"
The fog lifts only when the Investigator comes to recognize that his time on our mortal coil has ended. Once this occurs, he's escorted to the vicinity of the Main Gate. There he is met by the Gatekeeper, who  informs the Inspector that he must be investigated by the Permanent Investigating Committee on Permanent Entry before he can be admitted. Should the Investigator's application for admittance fail, he will be deported "Down There."


The Investigator balks:


As he awaits the hearing, the Investigator is visited by the Committee: Titus OatesTomás de Torquemada, Cotton Mather, and George Jeffreys, 1st Baron Jeffreys, better known as "The Hanging Judge." The four souls assure the newcomer that his application will be accepted, then address the purpose of their visit. They seek to replace the Gatekeeper with the Inquisitor. Says Oates:
"We feel that in you we have a man who can bring to the committee's work the latest inquisitional techniques."
   "In our day, it is true, we were without peers, Torquemada explained. "since that time we understand much progress has been made. Compared to you, sir, we are mere novices, and we bow to your superior knowledge and experience."

The Gatekeeper is soon deposed, largely due to the skills of his replacement. Once the Investigator is in charge, he suspends new applications and opens investigations into souls who've been granted permanent entry; the Committee accuses them of "disloyalty, actual or potential."

Socrates, Thomas Jefferson, John Milton, and John Stuart Mill are confronted with their writings, and are condemned as subversive.* A watchmaker is caught up in it all for no other reason than his name:


All are deported, sent from "Up Here" to "Down There."

These deportations and others have unexpected consequences. Down There, Martin Luther and John Stuart Mill are making speeches about the Rights of the Damned, John Milton and Thomas Jefferson are demanding a Congress, and Oliver Cromwell and Tom Paine have organized a Lost Souls Militia.


The Voice, ruler of Down There is livid. He orders Titus Oates to bring the Investigator to meet him – outside the Main Gate, of course – then launches into his complaints:
[T]hat madman, Socrates, keeps asking me if I know what virtue is. Me!" The Voice was full of outrage. "And that lunatic Karl Marx..."
   "Which Karl Marx?" the investigator asked hopefully.
   "How should I know? There are hundreds of them – all over the place!"
We're now thirteen pages away from the ending and I dare not spoil it.

The book begins with an author's introduction, 'A short history of a long-playing record,' reminding that The Inspector began life as a 1954 CBC radio broadcast. Heard by Americans living close to the northern border, its reputation quickly spread. Somehow, tapes began circulating, after which came bootleg LPs. It took England's Oriole Records to figure out the rights issues.


Starring John Draine, James Doohan, and Barry Morse, amongst others, it can be listened to here online thanks to the Internet Archive. A masterpiece, even at the distance of seven decades its impact is immediate and impressive. 

And it's surprising how smoothly the script became a book. I delighted in each and every page.

Interestingly, The Investigator has never been published in the United States. It hasn't been published in Canada either, though Ship's script is one of eleven included in All the Bright Company: Radio Drama Produced by Andrew Allan (Kingston & Toronto: Quarry/CBC Enterprises, 1987).

Joseph McCarthy died on 2 May 1957, likely of cirrhosis of the liver. He was 48 years old. Where he is today, Up Here, Down There or nowhere at all is anyone's guess.

* In the radio play, Canadian rebel William Lyon Mackenzie is one of those whose words are used against him. Neither he nor his writing appears in the book.
Access and Object:
A compact hardcover in black boards with simple gold type on the spine, the jacket and nine illustrations are by the brilliant Ronald Searle. My copy was once part of the Scarborough Township Public Library's collection.

The Scarborough Township Public Library Bookmobile, c.1956.

Access: As far as I can tell, the book enjoyed just one printing. Every one of the thirty copies currently listed for sale online is a bargain. At £5.00, a near Fine copy offered by a bookseller in Poole is the least expensive. The most expensive comes from a Bath bookseller who offers a Near Fine edition coupled with a very well preserved copy of the advance proof. Price: £67.00.


It is by far the best buy I've stumbled upon this year.

08 December 2025

The 1925 Globe 110: Less Motoring, More Reading


Much to my dismay, this year's Globe 100 was published late last month. I thought I'd made it clear last year that November is too early. This annual round-up of the year's best books should never appear before December. How is it that a conservative newspaper is so willing to flout tradition?

Four books from the Globe's 1925 and 2025 lists.
Published on the second Wednesday in December, the 1925 list is introduced by Arts editor M.O. Hammond, who shares his concerns regarding motoring, dancing and radio, while repositioning books as something other than diversions:  


"It is a good year for books," writes Hammond, and yet at 110 titles the 1925 Globe list is far shorter than any previous year. For goodness sake, the 1920 list numbered 264!

I suspect the Globe advertising department was somewhat to blame. The list runs just three pages, and in terms of column inches the feature attracted less than a third of the last year's advertising. Of the companies that did place ads, Eaton's wins for including this:


How I'd love to see a photo the Book Advisor's "special nook."

(Apologies, I didn't mean that to sound filthy.)

The 1925 Globe 110, consists of nine categories:
Travel
Juvenile
Economics & Sociology
Poetry & Drama
Fiction by Canadian Writers
British & Foreign Fiction [sic]
History & Biography
Religion & Theology
Essays
Canadians are represented in every one save 'British & Foreign Fiction' (naturally) and 'Economics & Sociology' (make of that what you will). More than ever, Canadians dominate 'Poetry & Drama' taking nine of the ten titles:
Far Horizons - Bliss Carman
Canadian Singers and their Songs - Edward S. Carswell
Pillar of Smoke - John Crichton [Norman Gregor Guthrie]
Songs of a Bluenose - H.A. Cody
Low Life: A Comedy in Three Acts - Mazo de la Roche
British Drama - Allardyce Nicoll
Little Songs - Majorie L.C. Pickthall
Wayside Gleams - Laura G. Salverson
The Sea Wall - Lyon Sharmon
Locker Room Ballads - W. Hastings Webling
To my surprise, three of the ten feature in my collection:


The introduction to the two fiction categories comes courtesy of C.C. Jenkins. He begins: "Glancing over the past year's lists of fiction, one is moved to the comment that, though there are a few outstanding works, [there are] none that give promise of greatness." 

Here are eight 1925 novels that did not make the Globe's 1925 list:
Dark Laughter - Sherwood Anderson
Manhattan Transfer - John Dos Passos
An American Tragedy - Theodore Dreiser
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
No More Parades - Ford Maddox Ford
Arrowsmith - Sinclair Lewis
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes - Anita Loos
Carry On, Jeeves - P.G. Wodehouse
Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf 
Where Hammond was concerned of strain, stress, and restlessness in post-war society, Jenkins writes of nervousness and hysterical predilections of its fiction, all the while gently assuring the reader that these conditions are abating:
Fiction is slipping back into its old groove – that of merely telling a story and telling it as well as possible  – which groove, after all, may be followed with permanent success. That is what the reader has demanded in the past and what he will continue to demand in the future. 'Jazzed ' literature is but a passing phase, which has just about seen its day.
He's partial to old standbys like James Oliver Curwood, Jeffery Farnol. Ellen Glasgow, A.S.M. Hutchinson, William J. Locke, George Barr McCutcheon, and Stewart Edward White, all of whom are included in this list.

For the second year running, Canadian fiction writers score eighteen titles:
Glorious Apollo - E. Barrington
Treading the Wine Press - Ralph Connor
The Scarlet Sash - John M. Elson
The Golden Galleon of Caribee - Gordon Hill Grahame
The Living Forest - Arthur Heming
Day Before Yesterday -Fred Jacob
The High Forfeit - Basil King
Brains, Limited - Archie P. McKishnie
Painted Fires - Nellie McClung
Emily Climbs - L.M. Montgomery
Broken Waters -  Frank L. Packard
The Power and the Glory - Gilbert Parker
The Crimson West - Alex Philip
When Sparrows Fall - Laura Goodman Salverson
The Laughing Birds - Archibald Sullivan
The Chopping Bell and Other Laurentian Stories - M. Vitorin
Captain Salvation - Frederick William Wallace
I own four, yet have read only Wild Geese... and that just this October!

The well-loved olive green book is a first edition of Emily Climbs.
Though Wild Geese leads the 'Fiction by Canadian Writers' list, it's clear Jenkins does not share my enthusiasm:


I know it's been just just two months, but the impression Wild Geese left in this reader's mind is still quite deep. Jenkins isn't terribly keen on Canadian novelists and short story writers. "Fiction writers of Canada have made a formidable contribution to the world's lighter reading" isn't much of compliment. Ralph Connor's Treading the Wine Press is described as a "story with strong characters but somewhat weak in continuity and plot interest." Characters in Frank L. Packard's Broken Waters are "mere automatic, made to fit the story's needs." Alex Philip receives faint praise for The Crimson West:"a powerful bit of work, not outstanding in a literary way, but very creditably done."

Jenkins is much more complimentary of The High Forfeit by long-time Dusty Bookcase favourite Basil King:


This is one of the first books I ever bought by Rev King. How is it I still haven't read it?

Nineteen-twenty-five is the pinnacle of twentieth-century English-language literature, yet as far as the Canadian is concerned, it's little more than a dead zone. The most notable novel that did not make the Globe's list is R.T.M. Scott's The Black Magician.


It is right that it didn't make the cut.

The Canadian non-fiction titles, typically travel books, collections of sermons, and dry political biographies penned by allies, surprises with the inclusion of Marjorie Pickthall: A Book of Remembrance. A favourite volume in my library, it's a beautifully produced, loving tribute to a once-celebrated, now forgotten writer, put together by those who clearly shared great affection for their departed friend.


Marjorie Pickthall's posthumous Little Songs is listed amongst the years's best poetry collections. Like the others, it is long out of print. The good news is that two of the forty Canadian titles on the 1925 Globe 110 are in print today: Martha Ostenso's Wild Geese, Emily Climbs by L.M. Montgomery, and Painted Fires by Nellie McClung.*

Three is thrice the average for these century-old lists!

I like to think the Canadian books on the 2025 Globe list will fare even better. I also like to think that in one hundred years book publishing will still exist.
* When first posted, I'd written that only two titles, Wild Geese and Emily Climbs, were in print today. A reader's comment reminded me that Painted Fires was revived in 2014 by Wilfrid Laurier University Press. Thank you, Melwyk!

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02 December 2025

The Best Canadian Books in English (as of 1925)



One hundred years ago today, the Toronto Globe published a short article about a YMCA book contest. The Association had asked participants to provide a list of "the twelve books in English, which together give the best picture of life and development in Canada." Just how many participated is a mystery. What we do know that these lists of twelve included a total of 108 books by 85 different authors.


The three most common titles were:

The Golden Dog - William Kirby
Maria Chapdelaine - Louis Hémon [trans W.H. Blake]
Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town - Stephen Leacock

All three are in print, though I dare say only the Leacock would be recognized by any measurable percentage of YMCA members today.

Seven titles are tied for the fourth position, which suggests limited participation. What follows are the fourth place titles and authors aspresented in the Globe article:

Sam Slick - Judge Haliburton 
Lords of the North - Agnes Laut
Roughing It in the Bush - Susanne Moodie 
Anne of Green Gables - L.M. Montgomery
Seats of the Mighty - Sir Gilbert Parker
Chez Nous - Revard

Three observations:

  • Judge Haliburton (Thomas Chandler Haliburton) never published a book titled Sam Slick;
  • "Susanne Moodie" is actually Susanna Moodie;
  • the surname of the man who write Chez Nous is Rivard not "Revard." I have no idea why his first name is absent. 

Chez Nous
Adjutor Rivard [trans W.H. Blake]
Toronto: McClellend & Stewart, 1924
The Globe story does not provide the title of the book that placed eleventh. Given the seven-way tie for fourth place, I suggests there were many.

Judges Dr George H. Locke and Vernon Mackenzie awarded first place to May Knowlton of Montreal for her list of twelve:
The Foreigner - Ralph Connor
The Habitant - Dr Drummond
Flint and Feather - Pauline Johnson
The Golden Dog - William Kirby
Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town - Stephen Leacock
Romance of Western Canada - R.G. Macbeth
Montcalm and Wolfe - Francis Parkman
Pioneer of France in the New World - Francis Parkman
Trail of '98 - Robert W. Service
The Prairie Wife - Arthur Stringer
The Life of Sir William Van Horne - Walter Vaughan
No prize is mentioned.

I wonder what the judges would've thought of mine:

There's a good chance that Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town, Anne of Green Gables and  Sara Jeanette Duncan's The Imperialist would bump off three, but it's been forty years since I've read any of them.

You don't want to trust that kid's opinions.

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27 November 2025

Discussing Canadian Lit With ChatGPT: Alternative Facts or Alternate Universe?



A brief addendum to the recent post on The Magpie.
It has now been three years since ChatGPT was released to the public. I was AI-curious at the time, but turned off by reports that it had been trained on proprietary works. I can't say for certain that mine figured, but am willing to bet on it; seven of my books were used to train rival Meta's generative AI.

The Authors' Guild was one of the first bodies to bring a class action lawsuit. On my side of the border, J.B. MacKinnon has filed class action lawsuits against Meta, Anthropic, and Databricks, and Nvidia.

More power to him.

I've yet to encounter a single writer who isn't angered at having been exploited so, which is why a study released earlier this month, 'A.I. and the Professional Writer,' surprised. A survey of 1190 "writing professionals," it found that more than sixty percent were using AI on a weekly basis. 

This writing professional stayed away until this month. Leafing through Douglas Durkin's 1923 novel The Magpie, I'd failed to find an exchange that I was certain had taken place during a Winnipeg dinner party.


We've all been there. You remember reading something in a book, you even remember that it was in the top-half of a right-hand page, and yet still it proves elusive.

Then, with 'A.I. and the Professional Writer' in mind, I thought of asking ChatGPT. The study found that it is preferred by four out of five writers, making it the Trident gum of the profession.


Let's see ChatGPT prove itself.

Because The Magpie is in the public domain I felt only a little guilty.


My question: 


The response:


Is it an excellent question? I asked only because I'd been too lazy to take notes when reading the novel. The reference to the Faded Page text impressed because it's the most reliable available online, though things quickly fell apart:
  • What ChatGPT refers to as the "opening dinner-party [sic]" takes place in Chapter IV, not Chapter I.
  • Miss Frawley is not in attendance.
  • The Great War is a topic of conversation, as one might expect at a social gathering that takes place eight months after the Armistice, but "Craig Forrester's return from it" is not.
  • Nowhere in the novel is Jeannette Bawden described as speaking "in her cool voice."
  • "Tell us, Mr Forrester, said Jeannette, "what does it feel like—to kill a man?" is not in the text, nor does is sound like anything she might say.
I did not challenge ChatGPT on these points – which I kind of regret – instead choosing to go with the flow.

Sensing fraud, I began asking more basic questions, the first being the meaning of the title.


Chapter I again.

The earliest dinner party in the novel takes place in Chapter IV. Vicky Howard first appears in Chapter VI. To this point, she and Craig had never met, and yet the passage presented suggests great familiarity.

The conversation quoted appears nowhere in The Magpie.

In the actual novel, Craig Forrester is known as "The Magpie" only to a close-knit group of fellow traders working the floor of the Winnipeg Grain Exchange. No one outside the building knows of the nickname. 

I next asked a question about war widow Jeannette Bawden, my favourite character. A woman from the upper-middle class, she embraces radical social change following the death of her husband in the Great War. I could not remember whether she had ever considered violence as an answer:


Nothing even remotely similar to this appears in The Magpie. The words attributed to Jeannette and Craig run counter the characters Durkin created.

May as well add that the novel is divided into three sections, all of which consist of six chapters. There is no Chapter VII.

The most interesting of these exchanges concern Millie Dyer and her husband Jimmy, a labourer who had served with Craig overseas. The Dyers are unique in being the only working class family in the novel, yet were at first not recognized by ChatGPT.

This curious kink was revealed when I asked for a complete list of the novel's female characters. In response, ChatGPT provided an impressive list which included figures that appeared so fleetingly that they didn't even have names. 

But Millie Dyer was absent.

It was only when I questioned ChatGPT that she was acknowledged.

The same can be said about Jimmy.

In our back and forth, ChatGPT informed that no character dies during the course of the novel. It's true that Jeannette Bawden's husband is killed in the backstory, but Jimmy Dyer survives the conflict and very much alive in July 1919 when Craig spots him on a Winnipeg street and offers him a ride home.

Again, I challenged ChatGPT. There was no acknowledgement of the error, but I was offered this:


In the novel, Craig learns of Jimmy Dyer's death months after it occurred. The man had died quite suddenly, but not by suicide. Widow Millie believes the tragedy was brought on by exposure to mustard gas in the war. Need it be said that the quote from the novel is a fabrication? There is, of course, no Chapter XIII.

Aware that my free use of ChatGPT was approaching its limit, I posed three more questions, the first having to do with Jeannette Bawden living with a veteran named Amer. ChatGPT insisted that this doesn't occur.


The second question had to do with the scene in which Craig confronts Marion about her infidelity. It's the last in which they are together. ChatGPT provides a made-up dialogue that appears to touch on the death of Jimmy Dyer, all the while referencing Faded Page. 

As pulp fiction goes, it ain't half bad:


Before signing off, I asked a simple question: "What was the name of Douglas Durkin's first wife?"
 

Douglas Durkin's first wife was Estella. Her maiden name was Thomson.

Addendum to addendum: After writing the above, I thought to ask ChatGPT the very same question I'd posed eleven days earlier:


The response, detailed and lengthy, begins:


Further section headings include:
  • How Mrs. Loines knows Craig
  • Who is Mr. Loines?
  • How both parents fit into Craig's early reentry into civilian life
  • Hilda's role at the table
  • After-dinner atmosphere
A character sketch of Hilda Loines is also provided.

ChatGPT offered even more!


There is no Loines family in the novel.