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This is a gallery of work specially created for #ThinAir2023. Spend time with writers you love, and discover some new favourites! Ceci est une galerie de travaux spécialement créée pour #ThinAir2023. Passez du temps avec des écrivains que vous aimez et découvrez de nouveaux favoris!Born in Waubamik, Ontario, Thom Ernst was the second of four children born to Dorothy and Arnold Fraser. Poverty led to Children's Aid relocating Thom, and his siblings into other homes. Thom's adoption into a seemingly traditional middle-class family was marred by the abuse at the hands of his adopted father. Thom chronicles his story in the memoir, The Wild Boy of Waubamik published by Dundurn Press. Despite the setback of an abusive upbringing, Thom became a respected broadcaster and film critic. His work has appeared in various publications including Playback Magazine, The Toronto Star, and The National Post. CBC Radio listeners recognize Thom for his lively contributions to Fresh Air, Metro Morning, and CBC Syndication. He was the on-air film critic for CTV News Channel. Thom is best known to Ontario audiences as the host and producer of TVO's long-running film program, Saturday Night at the Movies (formerly hosted by Elwy Yost). Currently, Thom writes reviews for Original-Cin.ca and NorthernStars.ca. He also appears as a panelist on The Agenda and Hollywood Suite’s A Year in Film. The Wild Boy of Waubamik is available at bookstores and through Amazon and Dundurn Press. Thom lives with his wife and daughter in Toronto.
Interview / Entrevue
Once you’ve read The Wild Boy of Waubamik you’ll recognize this as a loaded question. The only reading material I hid from my parents was a satirical magazine called National Lampoon. My parents were born again Christians and National Lampoon with its radical take on all things sexual, political and ethical were far from fitting in with a Christian agenda.
Just this morning I read a line from an independent, self-published author, Diane L. Kowalyshyn—the book is called Skadegamutc: Monster in the Mirror. The line is:
“Okay,” said Kale, “The cat is innocent.”
Out of context, it means nothing, but it’s hilarious when in context.
Clean enough so that my desk can hold a lap-top, a professional V-tech microphone, a swing arm lamp, a stack of editorial, grammar books, the latest novel I’m reading, a box of tissues, my lucky plastic hippo, air-freshener (I share my office with the cat’s litter box), an assortment of pens, a pencil sharpener, a Hunter Ron Parks and Recreation bobble head, a pencil and pen holder shaped like the Indian God Ganesha, a packet of ink cartridges, a coffee cup, earbuds, earbud cleaner, an adapter, a cloth doily that my sister made to keep hot drinks on, a lucky ceramic turtle, my iphone, my iphone stand, my eyeglass case, and a stack of business cards that I never use.
That my secret ambitions will never be realized because I can’t sing or dance and I’m a terrible actor.
I really, really, really want to have a grand and gory and glorious death scene in a horror movie. ALSO I want to have an elaborate showstopping song and dance number in a
lavish musical
