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One canny old Scot, Wullie MacCrimmon (Richard Ouellette) wagers his soul for the chance to win the \"MacDonald Briar\". With his rink of hen-pecked Malleable Brown (Rob Free), woman-fearing Pipe-fitting Brown (GLT's Bart Penwarden) and super-religious Clock Brown (William Brezden) they not only try to defeat the devil at his own game, but also the town's new anti-curling bylaw propounded by Rev. Pringle (Ken Cameron) and the town busy-body Annie Brown (Denise Gizmond).

As I read through [W. O. Mitchell]: The Years of Fame 1948-1998, a biography written by Mitchell's son Ormond and his daughter-in-law Barbara, it brought back memories of the writer in Windsor. A few years later, when CBC asked Mitchell to do a Christmas show reading a story from his popular Jake and the Kid, he negotiated as part of his contract a pair of size 7 Bauer Supreme skates for [Andre] because he wanted him to be part of the show. Mitchell felt at home here: \"He could be heard banging away on the electric typewriter (he destroyed three typewriters in Windsor alone) from about eleven to four every day, including Saturdays and Sundays. Quite soon his office took on the Mitchell ambience of brown snuff and tea stains. Pungent eucalyptus scent and brown smudges permeated everything, including his manuscript pages ... and every part of Mitchell himself -- shirt fronts, fingers, moustache, and hair.\"

\"Think about it -- the consummate rural Canadian storyteller who writes about authentic people in authentic settings,\" said artistic director Morris Ertman. \"Having his story and his spirit on our stage in the hamlet of Rosebud, the authentic prairie arts village with authentic people, is what W.O. would have wanted.\"

\"Think about it -- the consummate rural Canadian storyteller who writes about authentic people in authentic settings,\" said artistic director Morris Ertman. \"Having his story and his spirit on our stage in the hamlet of Rosebud, the authentic prairie arts village with authentic people, is what W.O. would have wanted.\"

\"Think about it -- the consummate rural Canadian storyteller who writes about authentic people in authentic settings,\" said artistic director Morris Ertman. \"Having his story and his spirit on our stage in the hamlet of Rosebud, the authentic prairie arts village with authentic people, is what W.O. would have wanted.\"

The Rosebud Theatre, an hour's drive northeast of Calgary, will stage W. O. Mitchell's play The Kite, with the gala opening set for April 1.

\"Think about it -- the consummate rural Canadian storyteller who writes about authentic people in authentic settings,\" said artistic director Morris Ertman. \"Having his story and his spirit on our stage in the hamlet of Rosebud, the authentic prairie arts village with authentic people, is what W.O. would have wanted.\"

Add to the list Robertson Davies and Michael Ondaatje, writing often difficult, usually stunning novels. There's also Morley Callaghan, Alice Munro and Mavis Gallant, each creating often translucent short stories that are admired around the globe and will still be read in the 25th century. Where would one put W. O. Mitchell? Certainly in one of the higher ranks of writing. Certainly anyone who has been moved by his (one?) masterpiece, Who Has Seen the Wind , would agree, as would fans of his charming and often delightful Jake and the Kid , dramatized so wittily on CBC radio and television, and his often hilarious novels, including Roses Are Difficult Here , which I just loved. Some of the descriptions of the foothills town are both memorable and witty. But the puns on the devil/hell are both endless and drearily obvious. And the writing is repetitive and even dull, something one doesn't expect from the usually flamboyantly vulgar and lively prose of Mitchell. This is far, far, far from his best work. Phooey.

Add to the list Robertson Davies and Michael Ondaatje, writing often difficult, usually stunning novels. There's also Morley Callaghan, Alice Munro and Mavis Gallant, each creating often translucent short stories that are admired around the globe and will still be read in the 25th century. Where would one put W. O. Mitchell? Certainly in one of the higher ranks of writing. Certainly anyone who has been moved by his (one?) masterpiece, Who Has Seen the Wind , would agree, as would fans of his charming and often delightful Jake and the Kid , dramatized so wittily on CBC radio and television, and his often hilarious novels, including Roses Are Difficult Here , which I just loved. Some of the descriptions of the foothills town are both memorable and witty. But the puns on the devil/hell are both endless and drearily obvious. And the writing is repetitive and even dull, something one doesn't expect from the usually flamboyantly vulgar and lively prose of Mitchell. This is far, far, far from his best work. Phooey.