Perhaps I am broken, maybe deranged, hopefully it is nothing too serious. I worry because I must admit to liking Cormac McCarthy’s Child of God. In fact, I liked it so much that it was begun and finished in a day, which, with two small children, is no small feat. Continue reading
After being subjected to the sequel to Dracula, I took a moment to recall the good vampire stories I had read. The most recent was The Night Wanderer by Drew Hayden Taylor, one of Canada’s most prolific indigenous authors. A good book, enjoyable read and an interesting blend of First Nations (Anishinaabe) mythos and standard vampire fare. This was my first introduction to Taylor and made note to track down some of his other work.
Now that the connection and recommendation are out of the way, I made good on reading something else of his, an award winning 1993 play, Someday. Simply brilliant. Continue reading
Dracula, Bram Stoker’s cornerstone of the Gothic genre was first published in 1897. While not the first vampire story, it certainly rose to be the pinnacle of this sub-genre, by which the dapper, Eastern European vampire count would come to represent all that is alluring and revolting about being and becoming an immortal blood-sucker. Continue reading
I just learnt that The Apologist was the English title for Eating Crow by Jay Rayner. I wonder why the title was changed for the American audience; if they would help in understanding the satirical humour, or to cast light on the differences between the two countries.
The novel is a bemusing look at the side of our society that wants the dark ugly things found in history to be resolved easily and cheaply, with a pat on the head and a “there-there” to quell whatever ills were, and probably still are in some way, committed against a people/culture/denomination. Continue reading
I got out today to follow up on a desire to see Beyond Eden, a play by Bruce Ruddell. The desire was spawned by a write up that hailed the play as a good play to see, perhaps the play to see this season. This review was also backed up by my mother-in-law, whose opinion on such matters I respect a great deal. Being a musical, I wondered about how it would deal with the presentation of such a weighty matter of the removal of the totems of Haida Gwaii.
The cynic in me has long prevented me from getting too emotional regarding anything much associated with politics. That is not to say that I suffer from political apathy, I just funnel my energies into the smaller, more local advocacy and am trying to change the world with more subtle means than by loud, resounding gestures.
A couple of days ago The Tyee gave me an article that might start me thinking back the other way:
There was a time in the ’80s that I came home well before curfew so I could watch the entire episode of Miami Vice, the television show.
Last night, I stayed up well past my bedtime to feel justified to demand an apology from Michael Mann and Anthony Yerkovich for their terrible efforts at making this t.v. series into a movie.
The concept of someone waking up transformed into a giant bug has long intrigued me, and I have been meaning to get a hold of it for some time. Searching Librivox’s archives I stumbled upon it, downloaded it and listened to in on my walk to work.
Medicine River is classic Thomas King. Set in Alberta, it focuses on the relationships established by the main character, Will. Will moves back to the community that lies just outside of the reserve, after education and working as a photographer in Toronto. As much as Will makes out to be stoic, not needing to involve himself in the relations of others, he pays attention his pal, Harlen, who is the centre of all the goings on and gossip on the reserve.
It has taken me a while to post on Paul Collins’ Sixpence House because I desperately want to avoid using the word ‘quaint’ as a descriptive word. Paul and his wife, Jenny, bring their baby boy, Morgan from San Francisco to Hay-on-Wye, England on a romantic idea that they can make a go of it in the town made famous by the number of booksellers per capita. The town of Hay is a book-lover’s paradise from Collins’ description, with a used bookstore on every corner, many holding the rare and antiquated finds that are the fantasy of any bibliophile.