Just when you thought you’d heard it all…
June 21, 2008 — britishgingerIn the “let’s make a few bucks out of this fiasco” department, young(ish) Julie Couillard (referred to in the CTV article as a “bombshell”) is now “penning” her autobiography.
That’s right, the woman who no one knew just weeks ago is now important enough to warrant a - what will surely be marketed as a “tell-all” - autobiography. The article, unfortunately, fails to mention whether this will be hardcover or paperback, which only leads me to wonder whether she has enough ’stuff’ in her background that could even fill a coil-bound paperback - saddle-stitched if we’re pushing it - maximum eighty pages.
Now, she’s either had the ideal childhood and perfection-personified young adulthood (now marred by this awful incident) or she’s had a rough life and been in therapy for years, the awful incident only exacerbating her hardships.
Which one are you betting on?
I had to laugh reading the CTV article this morning, a piece that - without saying as much, but in my mind at least - falls 1mm short of comparing Couillard to Wallis Simpson, the American divorcée. You remember Wallis… she was the one who eventually married King Edward VIII, the same blueblood who abdicated the throne in favour of the love of his life - and, no, readers, I’m not thinking of England in this instance.
I can see the agents and booksellers queuing at Julie’s back door now - anything to hopefully set the cash registers on fire in time for this year’s retail ‘holiday’ season. Methinks the unmistakable smell of the buck is far too strong for the ‘literary’ hounds (and I use the term loosely) to let this one go. Could this be another instance of money well-earned, at least from Julie’s point of view?
Honestly, though, I can’t imagine the average Canadian wanting to read the detailed events of Couillard’s life.
But ching-ching, as they say.
I guess it was the second paragraph in the CTV article that had me chuckling. It read…
“The life and times of the woman who brought down a cabinet minister will be chronicled in an autobiography due out in the fall.”
Holy crap, forget the king and Mrs. Simpson, could Julie be our version of Monica Lewinsky? Will there be a big official hearing at taxpayers’ expense if Maxime pathetically attempts to define, Clinton-like, the word, “is?” Will there be lewd and vulgar cigar references in our Canadian political future, or will the former foreign minister simply be offering the stogies to his buddies after the act? And once again, fellow taxpayers, I’m not referring to the sexual act, of which I think Monsieur Bernier has seen the last with former inamorata Julie “feel-free-to-compare me to Mrs. Simpson” Couillard.
I can see it now, can’t you? Julie’s birth, childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, the alleged biker gang involvement, all drawn out to fill blank white paper before the ink is bled, before the price (lower in the U.S. of course) is stamped on the back, and an orange 30% Off sticker is slapped on by Reisman’s minions. Give it a few months, I say, and we’ll see it lining the bargain racks at Chapters, right next to the Grandé decaf, hold-the-fat, Arabian Mocha Sanani pickup counter at $tarbucks.
(Starbucks? Ching-ching again…)
No offence, Julie, but I think I’ll pass on your life story.
Read the short CTV article here.
