Showing posts with label Crad Kilodney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crad Kilodney. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2026
The Crad Kilodney of the internet era?
Crad Kilodney was the 'pen name' for a dude who peddled self-published books in downtown Toronto back in the day. I may have bought one once, just as a gesture of solidarity. Couple of guys I know, with way bigger audiences than I enjoy, have accused me of being an internet version of Crad. All I can say in response is they're giving me way too much credit. Crad wrote actual book-length books, whereas I've pretty much mostly run out of gas after 600 words or so. Nevertheless, this blogsite reminds you every post is under a warning due to community standards, which presumably is also why you can't like, subscribe, or comment. Be that as it may, The View From Falling Downs/Neumann's Blog passed 4 million views today. Thanks!
Thursday, September 3, 2020
The Crad Kilodney of the internet?
Got a comment the other day referencing Ian Brown's recent Globe and Mail story about Crad Kilodney, and suggesting Kilodney and I are kindred spirits.
The Farm Manager made the same suggestion when Brown's article first came out, and I can see the resemblance. Kilodney was an outsider (of sorts) who never tired of pissing into the wind. Back in the day he was a fixture in downtown Toronto, trying to make a living hawking his self-published books, and apparently he somewhat succeeded in that mission. I used to have friendly enough exchanges with him, but must admit I never made a purchase.
That said, I'll also admit that tackling a book-length project is well beyond my ken. I'm pretty much tuckered out after an 800 word rant. Nor do I aspire to "make a living" by my writing, which is a lucky thing for me, as it would be a meagre living indeed.
On balance, I think he's probably more of a spirit guide than a kindred spirit.
Long live the contrarian ranters!
The Farm Manager made the same suggestion when Brown's article first came out, and I can see the resemblance. Kilodney was an outsider (of sorts) who never tired of pissing into the wind. Back in the day he was a fixture in downtown Toronto, trying to make a living hawking his self-published books, and apparently he somewhat succeeded in that mission. I used to have friendly enough exchanges with him, but must admit I never made a purchase.
That said, I'll also admit that tackling a book-length project is well beyond my ken. I'm pretty much tuckered out after an 800 word rant. Nor do I aspire to "make a living" by my writing, which is a lucky thing for me, as it would be a meagre living indeed.
On balance, I think he's probably more of a spirit guide than a kindred spirit.
Long live the contrarian ranters!
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