You've been filled with talk of letters since my Dear Autumn letter on the Equinox. It all began with one of my favourite collections of letters, written between two friends: Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman, 1952-1964 The Story of a Remarkable Friendship (Ed. Martha Freeman,
Tonight's the night. The 2011 Giller Prize. On Sunday, I finished my last of the sixteen longlisted books. The links to my responses are below, with musings on: G for Giller-bility I for Inner workings L for Language L for Locale E for Engagement and R for Readers wanted. Spoiler-free
When I first tried to determine the most challenging part of this season's prize-list reading, I was about to stare down the Giller longlist. Yes, you, with your 5318 pages, of which I have read only 4012. I'm not giving up, and I still have a week! And I know
I’d’ve thought it more your style to sneak in. I mean, it’s not like those leaves turn colour overnight: it happens on the sly, doesn’t it. But nobody could’ve missed your arrival today. Oh, sure, the sky was grey in the morning. There was even a skitter of
