On a CanLit Kick
I’m on the bit of a Canadian literature kick at the moment. I’m currently reading Rawi Hage’s Cockroach. It’s an extremely dark novel but still feels like Canada — Canada in the middle of a Montreal winter but still Canada. I’m only about 30 pages into it so I can’t really say more than that about it at this point. I’m a little sad that it didn’t win the Giller Prize this week but I am looking forward to Joseph Boyden’s Through Black Spruce.
Afterwards I’ve got plans to read books by Michael Ondaatje and Carol Shields — plus a very thick biography of Pierre Elliott Trudeau. I am not exactly sure why I’m on such a reading path right now. I’m not homesick, it’s probably because I’ve been hanging around so many Canadians lately and remembering what a great country Canada can be. If you’re looking for good fiction check them out.
J.
