Kroetsch's unvarnished approach is part of his charm: a horse's ass is not a petunia. "To hell with plastic surgery. We've come to like the scars." He can laugh at himself, "insanely happy" to bask in the brief sun of summer in Cottage Season. ("Robins come back. They build their nests / in blowing snow.")
If you are in Edmonton tomorrow, September 14, you can catch Robert Kroetsch reading at Leva Cappucino Bar at 6:30 pm.