See L=Locale below for clues for these images Pauline Holdstock's Into the Heart of the Country Harper Collins, 2011 In 1693, an English man named Henry Kelsey wrote a poem about journeying into the heart of this country: “Then up ye River I with heavy heart Did take
Timothy Findley's Spadework (2001) This is an author who has been particularly important to me. In that peculiar way in which someone with whom you have had virtually no contact can affect you more than people with whom you have spent years of your life. So I delayed reading his
Roma Tearne’s The Swimmer HarperPress-HarperCollins, 2010 (Looking for a swallow rather than a full glass? ORANGE Squirt below.) Sometimes the placement of a book in your reading schedule can impact that book negatively; it might unfairly cast a light on shortcomings, either the reader’s or the storyteller’s. (I should have
Louise Doughty’s Whatever You Love London: Faber & Faber, 2010 (Looking for a swallow rather than a full glass? ORANGE Squirt below.) Readers fall hard into Louise Doughty’s sixth novel. The emotional intensity in Whatever You Love is pervasive: even when the root of that intensity is character rather than
Catherine M.A. Wiebe’s Second Rising (1984) Blue Butterfly Books, 2009 Thanks to Melwyk, who bookchatted about this first novel in such a way (at The Indextrious Reader) that I simply had to follow up. And in the immediate way. Not in the still-lingering-on-the-TBR-list-years-later kind of way. (Not that there’s anything
