I sponsored the two older kids' rep soccer teams this season by "buying a sleeve." We decided to add "A NOVEL" to the title GIRL RUNNER, thinking that a team of 13-year-old boys might not appreciate having to wear that label during games.
This was our dining-room table, Monday afternoon. Two sets of page proofs, one galley, one sharp red pencil, and one mother announcing to all who entered after school, "There will be no eating or drinking on or near this table until I AM DONE!"
I am done.
All may eat and drink here again.
Last night's reading at DVLB was really fun. I even indulged in a scotch, thanks to the kindness of a friend who treated. Imbibe ye scotches while ye may. Life's too short not to enjoy the pleasures that arrive. Even if that happens to be on a Tuesday night and you're running the next morning. And so I did. (And I ran this morning too: Run ye many kilometres while ye may.)
No scotches tonight, however. I'll be driving to and from Hamilton, where I'm reading at Bryan Price Bookseller, 7pm, with other M Word contributors. (Note to self: look up directions!)
Tomorrow I'll be at the Anansi offices working on publicity plans for Girl Runner. (Note to self: more directions! Look up!)
Can you read the above? I can't. File this under Strange Opportunities that Arrive via the Internet. Last month I was contacted by an editor at Unitas, a Chinese-language literary magazine in Taiwan, who wanted to interview me for a special issue they were planning on Alice Munro. (They'd found and loved my review of Alice Munro's Dear Love in the National Post.) I agreed. And this month, two copies of the beautifully produced magazine arrived in my mailbox, in an envelope covered in fancy stamps. Sometimes the world seems very very small.
I've never met Alice Munro, and can't imagine what I would say to her if we were to meet. It's an entirely one-sided relationship based purely on my reading of her stories over many years. I'm immersed in MY LIFE IN MIDDLEMARCH right now, a truly wonderful book that combines biography with memoir, and in some way I feel like my relationship with Alice Munro is similar to Rebecca Mead's with George Eliot; but Mead has the benefit of distance and I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable exploring Alice Munro's life and work in quite the same way, given that she's still living, and that our worlds literally overlap in time and space. It wouldn't be historical exploration. There's a freedom to digging back into the past, way back. I'm aiming to do it now, in my next novel. Nothing can be perfectly recovered from the deep past, and so one may imagine quite freely.
Yet I'm so admiring and relishing this memoir/biography mash-up on George Eliot -- I would do it, if I could figure out my relationship with non-fiction, a form I'm still learning. I'm thinking out loud here, brainstorming as I type. Perhaps not the best way to compose a blog post on which one is about to press "publish." But if I could figure out how, yes, I would write about Alice Munro.
I think the NMA nomination was especially thrilling (and perhaps seductive) because it was earned for "personal journalism," aka non-fiction. It's a form that interests me more and more, that I find myself devouring more and more, and that I want to learn how to master.
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