After taking his right foot out of his mouth, Shteyngart then placed his left foot quickly back in, further claiming that Canadian writers don't take risks.
Canada--home of Margaret Atwood and 2013 Nobel Prize winner Alice Monro, among other literary deadbeats--isn't pleased. And by 'isn't pleased' I mean they felt offended and immediately apologized for feeling offended.
Shteyngart took to Twitter to claim he's sorry--#drunkenstupor. See! He was drunk! You don't know what kind of crazy might come out of his mouth! It's the sauce talking!
Thank God it's the booze causing loose lips. I wouldn't want Americans to sound like elitist jerks who make excuses for an ineffective liver.
Here's a (not really) funny haha:
I met Shteygart once, listening to a flat-lining, coma-inducing talk that offered all the titillation of Days of Our Lives, circa 1983. He portrayed himself as a visionary two-steps ahead of everyone else on the planet--who knows better than you, who knows better than you think, who knows better than your grandma.
But now that I know he blames his faux pas on booze, I assume he was just tanked on Jack and Coke.
photo: WSJ.
In other news, Shteyngart has a memoir coming out. This is why he's hitting all the big media outlets and trying to get up in Canada's grill. It's what bullies do. They start fights with pacifists and then blame it on latent alcoholism.
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