He's Locked Inside His Huge Closet

On the sixteenth day of Decembermas...

Findley sucks. Lololololol.

Timothy Findley's The Wars is possibly the worst book I've ever read. To make matters worse, my English teacher made us learn about the author himself.

(*serious face*) Timothy Findley was a strange little boy. He then started to be emo because he didn't have any friends that were guys. Then he started riding a bicycle and pretended to be a chick on a horse.
By the time he was seventeen, his parents were wondering why his writing was so homosexual. He simply dismissed their worries and proceeded to go to his ballet lesson.
His high school teacher told him that he failed at life and should drop out of school. Then he did. Findley started writing. No one cared. Then Americans cared. Then Canadians gave it a shot and apparently, people liked reading about homosexual gangbangs. Then he fell in love with his male roommate. The end.

And yet, she argues that Robert, the main character in the book, is not a homosexual, regardless of how he didn't tap that ho in Crabstown, or how he pissed on a cloth and shoved it at a guy's face, or how he got gangbanged by a bunch of guys, or how he fell in love with his male friend Harris, or how his random untapped female friend explicitly tells the reader that he was in love with Harris.

You can probably tell that I really hate this book. >:/

I have nothing against homosexuality but if I have to read about explicit homosexual gangbang scenes...eugh. ó_ò