Scott Feschuk
Maclean's columnist and former speechwriter
Scott Feschuk is a Maclean's columnist and a partner in the speechwriting and consulting firm Feschuk Reid. But before that, he was putting his words in words in a Prime Minister's mouth. Feschuk offers an inside look at politics and communications, integrating the unique experiences and perspectives of his audience into the presentation. Undeniably clever and candid, he brings energy and insight to any event.
Highlights
"Feschuk is part of that vanguard of political satirists whose apparent mirth thinly veils overdue truth-telling."
-The Toronto Star
Book Speaker
Scott Feschuk has been a writer at The Globe and Mail, The National Post and CBC's This Hour Has 22 Minutes. He also served as chief speechwriter to Prime Minister Paul Martin. Alas, this did not run concurrently with the gig he had as a writer on This Hour Has 22 Minutes, but imagine the scoops. He currently writes a humour column and blog for Maclean's magazine, and is the author of How Not to Completely Suck As A Parent and Searching for Michael Jackson's Nose.
Feschuk has won the Gold Medal for Humour at the National Magazine Awards. More impressively, he once covered the Oscars as a reporter and was mistaken as a valet by Faye Dunaway, who ordered him to go retrieve her car. (Spoiler alert: He didn't.)
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Inside Canadian Politics
A lot of people can talk about what's going on in federal politics—but not many can bring insight and humour in equal doses. Scott Feschuk has worked in government and journalism. He's sat across from foreign leaders, guided Prime Ministers through times of crisis, appeared in the national media and advised corporate Canada on how to communicate with the public.
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How Not To Completely Suck As A New Parent
Are you tired of the earnest advice in conventional parenting books? Do you want to know what's really in your future as a new parent? Scott Feschuk and Paul Mather both know, all too well, and are happy to tell you, with their trademark irreverence, what it's really like to be a new parent. For instance, they tell you that by nine months your baby will inevitably have missed several milestones, sending you into a complete panic. And sooner or later you'll realize you're doing everything wrong.
The solution is simple: just read a different childcare advice book. Also, if your child has not knocked over something expensive and nice by the age of three, this could be a sign that you don't have enough things that are expensive and nice. Did you know that a child's affection for a song is directly proportional to how severely it annoys his mother and father? And, believe it or not, experts estimate that by 2024, the cost of a drunken frat party at a typical postsecondary institution will be $575,000. You owe it to your child to start saving now! Candid and comic, How Not to Completely Suck is a bundle of laughs for frazzled new parents and curious parents-to-be. The perfect gift for a shower or Mother's Day.
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Searching for Michael Jackson's Nose: And Other Preoccupations of Our Celebrity-Mad Culture
In his first book, National Post columnist Scott Feschuk offers a hilarious, satirical take on trends in television and our peculiar obsession with the famous, the infamous, and the nature of Tom Cruise's sexuality. Searching for Michael Jackson's Nose romps through the birth and the future of reality television, takes readers to the all-star parties thrown each summer by the major American television networks, and makes the case that what the world needs now is more--yes, more! --showbiz award shows. It pokes fun at Hollywood's rich and renowned, and also at Steve Guttenberg. It both applauds and skewers our intensifying fascination with the profoundly inconsequential: tribal councils, celebrity interviews, the crude romantic exploits of bachelors and bogus millionaires. And it takes us on a tour through the prevailing popular culture of the twenty-first century, with stops at the Starship Enterprise, Britney Spears, Sesame Street, the Oscars, Pamela Anderson, a naked Billy Baldwin, and the everchanging facial topography of the King of Pop.