If I wrote a column every time someone’s book or column got spiked for idiotic reasons these days, I’d have multiple daily bylines. But every once in a while, an episode stands out as particularly absurd, and I really do need to let the world know. And this is one of them. You see, the campaign against Pottle isn’t being led by an angry ex-girlfriend. He didn’t use the wrong pronoun, say that all lives matter, or Toobin his colleagues on a Zoom call. In fact, the only person coming after Pottle’s book is Pottle himself. This Canadian artist has become the world’s first cancel-culture soloist. He’s furiously cancelling himself in front of the whole world.
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