January 23, 2006
Why I Voted… at all
I don’t begrudge the apathetic this election because it was a lame, dirty, boring and badly played game. I can pretty much say that today my vote meant nothing. Tomorrow we’ll have the same disjointed government, an opposition so obsessed with winning power back they’re not willing to run this country, except into the ground perhaps. Yawn. It’s all theatrics and war games, and there is nothing exciting about it. And perhaps if my polling station had not been across the street from my house, I mightn’t have even bothered going. Really. But of course I went.
I vote in elections because less than a century ago, my sex was not thought fit to do so. I can’t take a right for granted when presented in those terms, or turn my back upon it when women before me fought so bravely. And so when I vote, I vote as a woman first and foremost. I voted Liberal today, pretty much solely because they value reproductive rights and have a small hope of winning. Not very inspiring I know, but they didn’t really give me much to go on.
January 23, 2006
Third in a Series
Isn’t political science soporific! Today a book called “Great Powers and the European State System” is putting the kids to sleep. It did look a bit dry.
January 22, 2006
Queenly
I had $5 leftover on my book voucher, so after dinner last night with my Mom and Sis, Stu and I ducked into Bad Blue Bookstore and I purchased The Sea House by Esther Freud out of the bargain bin. So that was exciting. Also, now reading The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. The classics (Classics?) don’t normally interest me, which I will admit is one of my greatest flaws, but I thought the contemporary language might have the story appeal to me. And so far it’s working. In fact The Penelopiad has a great deal in common with Drabble’s The Red Queen, both written in modern voices by long dead women, famous for their husbands. I look forward to reading how the similarities diverge or continue.
A brilliant article here on Angela Carter, Japan, a Toronto Authors’ festival, and the expatriate writer, the writer as an outsider. Which of course is right up my alley.
January 20, 2006
A treasure
Today was sunny days and red wellington boots. Carolyn to dins last night, lunch with Britt and Jennie tomorrow, and dinner with my mom tomorrow night. Tonight I get to stay home. Oh such joy, because for me staying home means hanging out with Stuart. I had breakfast out with Rebecca and Erin this morning, wrote wrote wrote, and got a postcard from Margaret Drabble. It’s true! When I finished reading The Red Queen, just a couple of weeks ago, I had to send her a note just to tell her how much she meant to me. That Drabbling is now a verb, thanks to her. And one of my favourite thing to do. And isn’t she an efficient Margaret Drabble, because her postcard flew back across the ocean at a rapid rate and I’m absolutely in love with it. A treasure.
January 19, 2006
Kama Reading Series Update
Wow. The reading tonight was amazing, and I am now in the market for Luck by Joan Barfoot, A Perfect Night to Go to China by David Gilmour, and The Lizard Cage by Karen Connelly. Oh Karen Connelly. What a phenomenal writer, and such a fascinating personality. Her reading had me literally on the edge of my seat, an entire audience gasping in relief. That takes power. I also really appreciated the dynamics of the reading (as well as the food and wine). All three writers stood out in their own right/write, they all really seemed to appreciate and respect each other, and were wonderful in three very distinct ways.
It is apparent that I am currently obsessed with words. Now reading non-fiction though- The Unthinkable Revolution in Iran for research purposes. And also enjoying poetry by Ken Babstock, who is visiting my class next week.
Currently: an undecided voter. Somebody woo me.
January 18, 2006
Since
I do love Carol Shields. First, Various Miracles is one of the best short story collections I’ve ever read. And her novels are really wonderful. I reread Small Ceremonies last spring, and was struck by much of Shields’ writing was about writing. I noticed this especially upon re-reading Unless, which in my way of the multitudinous superlative is the greatest book I’ve ever read. This book is about wifehood, mamahood, womanhood, but it’s also a how-to guide for aspiring novelists- it’s so much about language, words, names, how to write a sex scene (or at least how you will struggle to do so), how to occupy your characters, how to persist, the evils of the industry. Layers upon layers of richness.
January 18, 2006
Sugoi
I’ve been given a ticket to The Kama Reading Series tonight at the ROM. How exciting!
January 17, 2006
What the students are sleeping to
Number two in our series of books clutched by sleeping students here at the library. Today’s volume is How the West Grew Rich.
