That spending the morning with my Californian cousins will highlight just how Canadian I really am.
Twenty-Fifteen: I have been doing something that I had been putting off for far too long. I’ve gotten serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It has been a year to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’ve been going Book to the Future!
In the mid-nineties, when I was in my first year of college, one of my then-college friends –scattered as we were among different majors and different schedules and different classes — was reading this book for an English class he was taking. “You should read it.” He insisted, and I feeling all college-headed and soon-to-be-smrt’er, found myself at the college bookstore a few days later buying a copy…
… a copy which sat on my shelf for… oh, let’s call it twenty years…
Not Wanted On the Voyage by Timothy Findley was not in my usual fare of reading material. It was intellectual and had little to do with spaceships or time travel or alien civilizations. And then, well then, life got busy: studying, classes, lah-dee-dah… And while this book has always just seemed to sit there on my shelf looking at me, asking to be read, it’s become just been one of those novels –THE one of those novels– that was second or third down the list, and somehow never made it to the top.
That’s partially an untruth. I saved it for my last read of this Book to the Future reading project –book 25 of 25– and when I opened it last night, pulling it off the dusty shelf in the basement that was its most recent home, there was a makeshift bookmark stuck into page 9… a paper transit transfer slip… from BC TransLink… from October 17th… 2001.
So. I tried?
I got a little further than page 9 on the train this morning.
I don’t know much about the book other than what I’ve skimmed online… and from that lingering review that prompted me to buy it over twenty years ago: it’s a retelling of a Biblical story. Noah. The flood. But in a contemporary tone, and with a contemporary sensibility, and as an analogy or allegory or whatever for something bigger and more modern than the original story. But what that is? That’s something I’m going to have to read the damn book to figure out.
So, I’ll read on…