Dinner guests would be talking to – and perhaps about – Calgary’s own celebrity novelist: Winnifred Eaton Reeve, a prolific author with an international reputation who now called southern Alberta home.
By early 1923, Reeve had become a vocal champion for Canadian writers and their stories. In her speech that year to the Canadian Club of Calgary, Reeve proclaimed: “Literary talent is a national asset, more important than mere gold… [Writers] are needed because no country can hope to achieve greatness without its dreamers.”
Reeve railed against stereotypes of cold and snowy Canada perpetrated by non-Canadian writers.
Calgary, Reeve noted, was also subject to a wide literary paintbrush. “[The city] has gone down to dubious fame as a small cowtown of the wild west type… Calgary itself has a personality all of its own, and teems with material for the writer. Who is going to write of this electrical city with its daily booms?”
And of course, when writers get together, they grumble about money. Poor compensation, unfair copyright laws, long waits for payment by publishers.
Plus ça change… the more things stay the same.