The coal industry would be thriving this year.
Twenty-Fifteen: I’m doing something I’d 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!
It’s somehow appropriate that I’m reading this book through an election campaign.
Roughly half way through this larger-than-I-realized book, I will say that I’m enjoying it. It’s a many-faceted love story, wrapped in East-coast Canadian colours, and rippled through with the expected politics of a fictionalized political biography.
I Googled Joey Smallwood, the real one, not the parallel dimensional protagonist version of this book, and tried to reconcile some of the true as-per-wikipedia facts of this politician and the events leading up to his time in office with the faux shadow characters interwoven within the bursting plot of The Colony of Unrequited Dreams by Wayne Johnson. There was some to reconcile, but Johnson has done something interesting with his tale, looping the narrative around an unprovably non-existent character whose unrequited love I’m assuming is somehow layered into the title of this novel.
Again, as this is a political biography, it is somehow appropriate that I’m reading this book through an election campaign, and a particularly feisty one at that. Whereupon I’ve read thus far, the fictionalized Smallwood is dabbling on the fringes of political life, defining his character and motivations, and in doing so encountering the self-serving motivations that we all of us suspect define anyone who seeks power through the whim of the electorate. All at once he is a pitiable character who is used and used up by the people he lets into his life, but as an everyman that pity bubbles to the surface as frustration at the licks he endures in the name of idealism and ideology.
In a clever re-creation of the historical and perpetual truths of the thing, the faux Smallwood of the book becomes more his ideology, too. Knowing how the story turns out is one thing, I suppose, but the road that takes one there is not always direct nor literal, and I’m thinking that one could muster the spirit to see that in these pages.
So, I’ll read on.
Inclined to move somewhere else.