Sour grapes from Proulx
So the film based on your short story — a great film, by the way — wins a bunch of awards at various venues, but loses the Best Picture Oscar in an upset. What do you do?
If you’re Annie Proulx, I guess you write an incredibly tacky piece for The Guardian, in which you call the Best Picture winner “Trash” and rail on the Academy, its voters, and the award ceremony in an extended rant that is neither smart nor funny.
I guess I’m still young enough to be surprised when smart, articulate people use their considerable skills — and access to major media outlets — to embarrass themselves in the most conspicuous ways possible. Proulx may be an author capable of a very good story, but she comes across as utterly classless in her Guardian piece, taking the description “sore loser” to a new level. To slightly adapt the old saying: Better to keep your mouth shut and let people wonder whether you’re an ass, than to open it and remove all doubt.