Such good reading this summer, so far. In other respects, perhaps mine has not been the most productive summer. But it all depends what one puts on a to-do list, doesn’t it! What if your to-do list was all about the books in your stacks?
Doubleday Canada – Penguin Random House, 2015
For satire junkies:
As one of the shorter stories in this volume, I was inclined, at first pass, to presume it was a simpler story. Its ending seemed to underscore this impression.
Without going into detail, the story has the kind of resolution which could serve as the sole focus of discussion, in terms of what Nita actually concealed […]
So many of the risks in “Deep-Holes” are either averted or declared meaningless.
“Sally packed devilled eggs—something she hated to take on a picnic, because they were so messy.”
Nobody ate the devilled eggs anyway, so it didn’t matter how messy they were.
“Ham sandwiches, crab salad, lemon tarts—also a packing problem.”
The tarts […]
1648 Henfryn Street and 363 Carlisle Street: “Wenlock Edge” feels so vivid that one can hardly resist keying in the significant addresses to see what appears on the digital map.
These addresses do not actually exist in London, Ontario. But there is a Henfryn Line which runs north-south, just east of Clinton, Ontario. And there is a town called Carlisle, […]
Is it something like a triangle? With happiness, unhappiness and love arranged with an equal distance between each point?
Perhaps. Certainly there are triangles in “Fiction”, shifting alliances and fractures.
Love triangles. Happiness triangles.
Just enough. Too much.
The kind of happiness discussed in “Fiction” is different from that which Doree/Fleur muses upon in “Dimensions”.
A book-length demonstration of propulsive prose.
This is the word that I wrote in capital letters, in the margins of my reading diary about Mark Anthony Jarman’s Knife Party at the Hotel Europa (2015), but then I wondered if I had subconsciously (deliberately, even!) lifted it from the cover.
It sounds like a word one might see […]
Things that you can slip between.
They are often ‘new’ in nature.
If I was playing $30,000 Pyramid, I might think such things, in response to the idea of ‘dimensions’.
At the heart of Alice Munro’s “Dimensions”: a woman who is fundamentally altered, facing a ‘new’ future, slipping between layers of meaning, transforming.
When I began rereading The View from Castle Rock, I stumbled. It had not been a favourite and my return was not an easy one.
I wondered if this had something to do with my personal response to the idea of expecting words to hold losses. I had lost a friend recently and I was […]
And, “Who Do You Think You Are?”
McClelland & Stewart, 2006
As readers approach the final tale in this collection, it seems appropriate to have it titled with a question.
Whatever might be resolved in the effort of creating a narrative in which to secure one’s ancestors, one could not help but have as many […]
McClelland & Stewart, 2006
Alice’s father has remarried, and Irlma has made many changes in the house.
“Irlma is a stout and rosy woman, with tinted butterscotch curls, brown eyes in which there is still a sparkle, a look of emotional readiness, of being always on the brink of hilarity. Or on the brink […]