Doors Partly Open

It just rained so much yesterday.  I got completely soaked, and my shoes are still wet, so I have switched to a very old pair of shoes, which incidentally aren't fully waterproof.  Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised but Torontonians were still coming out in droves to see some of the newer Doors Open sites, to the point that the lines were two hours long!

I'm in a bit of a rush, so I'll sketch out the outlines and then perhaps fill in a bit later.

I did manage to get to the gym by 9:30.  It's still not 9, but getting closer!  I decided to skip cardio and managed to get back to the house (with groceries) by 11.  It was raining a bit harder but still seemed manageable (little did I know...), and I decided that I ought to bike it just to make sure I made it to the organ concert at St. Andrew's, which started at noon.  (I probably would have taken TTC if the concert had been at 1.)  I did make a quick stop at the Riverdale Library and dropped off an overdue item (Bunuel's Obscure Object of Desire) and picked up Nabokov's Transparent Things.

I did make it to St. Andrew's with about 15 minutes to spare.  They had had a book sale on Friday, which was supposed to wrap around into Sat., but clearly that was impossible with the lashing rain.  The concert was great.  I'll write a bit more about it later, but I definitely understood where  "pulling out the stops," as the organist was just having to work extra time to pull out stops and change the sound of the organ.  There were some sounds I had never heard an organ make!  I also saw in the more elaborate pieces that he was pumping away with his feet as well.  Quite a performance.

I ran into work and got material scanned, including some notes I have made over the past few days at the Rex.  So that is always a relief to get things backed up.

Then I went to 8 Spadina.  I was going to check on two Doors Open events - the Netflix offices and the Toronto Star newsroom.  However, the lines were absurdly long, even with the rain.  So I just had lunch and then biked over to St. Lawrence Market.  They were having a Doors Open event in the gallery upstairs, though they didn't actually have the exhibit up, which seems poor planning.  Instead, they were offering guided doors of the vault upstairs.  Unfortunately, all those slots had been filled.  I talked for a while with my friend Andrea, and in the end they were able to squeeze me in.  

I like this painting over on the right, though I didn't get any information on it.  The painting to the right is actually a Kurelik painting featuring Mayor Crombie as sort of a civic hero.

I then biked home, though I had to pull over a couple of times when the wind and rain got too terrible.  If I had gone straight home, I perhaps could have made it to the framers, but it really was just too wet out; I was worried about the painting, even though it was wrapped in bubble wrap. 

I made it Jones Library and picked up Cannery Row.  I did manage to get even wetter going through a huge pool of water under the Jones bridge.  So I had to change all my clothes and dry out.

I wasn't sure I was going back out, but I did and saw Gary Versace and Mike Murley at Hirut.  It was a good show.  Of course, TTC managed to let me down yet again with a subway shutdown for a medical emergency on top of a scheduled shutdown for track work, so I had to take a replacement shuttle bus and then walked down Pape and finally made it home around 11.

Poetry in 2026

I've written on and off about poetry over the years.  This post talks a little about the core poets (and seeing Gwendolyn Brooks at a poetry reading!).  It's always hard to crack that inner circle of poets, and mostly I have been adding poets in the next ring.  I'd say in recent years, I have added Tory Dent and Barbara Hamby (who is a poet who generally writes humorous poems, which is fairly rare these days).  And I really like Ronna Bloom's Public Works, though her more recent collections don't do quite as much for me.  While I wouldn't say there is anything profound in this post or this post, they do have some comments that will nudge me to keep working on the transportation poetry anthology.  In the back of my mind, after I go through this very long list of books, as well as my (also very long) backlist from Brick Boos, I should just wrap this up and see if I can find a publisher at all interested in taking this on.  (It probably would have to be an academic publisher, but who really knows...)  I have read most but not quite all of the books below.

Anyway, thinking back maybe the latest push to read more poetry was sparked by picking up a few poetry books at BMV, including Queen Rat by Lynn Crosbie and 3 Books by Galway Kinnell (Body Rags; Mortal Acts, Mortal Words; and The Past).  Though also last fall, I dropped in on a couple of poets at Word on the Street (Jake Byrne and Matthew Walsh) and enjoyed them a bit more than I expected.

Galway Kinnell Book of Nightmares
Galway Kinnell Selected Poems
Galway Kinnell 3 Books
Galway Kinnell Strong is Your Hold
Jan Conn Peony Vertigo
Susan Musgrave Selected Strawberries and Other Poems
Susan Musgrave Things That Keep and Do Not Change
Susan Musgrave Origami Dove
Susan Musgrave Forcing the Narcissus
Kevin Killian Action Kylie
Kevin Killian Tweaky Village
X John Barton Compulsory Figures
X Amber Dawn Buzzkill Clamshell
X Amber Dawn Where the Words End and My Body Begins
X Katherena Vermette Procession
X Karen Solie's Wellwater (this set off a long path through Solie's work where I liked her first books, especially Pigeon better than her recent work)
X Karen Solie Pigeon
X Karen Solie The Caiplie Caves (didn't enjoy this much at all)
X Karen Solie The Living Option: Selected Poems
Ariel Gordon Hump
Ariel Gordon Stowaways
X Virginia Konchan Requiem
X Jack Spicer Collected Poems (generally his poetry does not do anything for me, much like Robert Duncan)
Jana Prikryl No Matter
Jana Prikryl The After Party
Kaveh Akbar Pilgrim Bell
X Michael Ondaatje A Year of Last Things
X (Daniel) Jones The Brave Never Write Poetry
Samiya Bashir Field Theories
X Robert Colman Democratically Applied Machine (got this signed at a reading with Ronna Bloom and Christina Shah)
Robert Colman Little Empires
X Robert Colman Ghost Work
X Ronna Bloom In a Riptide
X Christina Shah If, Prey: Then, Huntress
Kay Gabriel Kissing Other People or The House of Fame
Kathleen Wall Visible Cities
Chris Hutchinson Lost Signal
Chris Hutchinson In the Vicinity of Riches
X Natalie Lim Elegy for Opportunity
X Sarah Giragosian The Death Spiral
Robert Gibb The Empty Loom
Robert Gibb The Origins of Evening
Robert Gibb Among Ruins
Robert Gibb World Over Water
? Robert Gibb The Burning World
? Don Coles Where We Might Have Been
Don Coles Kurgan
X Don Coles Anniversaries
Don Coles Sometimes All Over
X Don Coles A Serious Call
X The Essential Don Coles
? Don Coles How We All Swiftly (The First Six Books)
Yoyo Comay States of Emergency
Charlie Petch Infinite Audition
X Joe Fiorito City Poems
X Philip Quinn The Subway (amazingly, I don't think I can extract a poem here that works for the anthology...)
Freda Downie Collected Poems
X Derek McCormack Castle Faggot (completely obscene, very much in the spirit of Kathy Acker.  I was more than a little amusing when reading this on the train that someone said how nice it was to see someone actually reading instead of on their phones, but I simply couldn't share the title with them...)
I picked up George Szirtes's Metro (at a bookstore on Roncy and then read a lot of his work, growing quite weary of his long, rhymed poems -- I could see either excerpting a chunk of Metro or some of his other poems about trains and subways for the anthology)
X George Szirtes New and Collected Poems
X George Szirtes The Burning of the Books
X George Szirtes Reel
X George Szirtes Bad Machine
X George Szirtes Mapping the Delta
X Krisztina Toth My Secret Life: Selected Poems
Joshua Weiner The World's Room (picked up a signed copy of this at the same Roncy bookstore on a follow-up trip)
Nathaniel Tarn Lyrics for the Bride of God
MLA Chernoff Squelch Procedures
Kayleb Candrilli Water I Won't Touch
Tanis Franco Quarry

Then Robarts had a whole display on new poetry books to celebrate Poetry Month, and I picked up a bunch.  

X Omar Ramadan This Sweet Rupture
X Colleen Collins Sorry About the Fire
Dawn MacDonald Northerny
Simon Armitage Kid
X Allie Duff I Dreamed I was an Afterthought
X Samantha Jones Attic Rain (a poetic record of someone with severe OCD)
X Natalie Meisner It Begins in Salt

I had tried to get a book by Yusef Komunyakaa through Robarts, but they reported it missing.  On my next visit, I couldn't recall how to spell the name and ended up getting a bunch of selected and collected poems with City in the title.  Fortunately, I was able to find the mis-shelved book in the end!

Yusef Komunyakaa Magic City
Yusef Komunyakaa Night Animals
Yusef Komunyakaa Neon Vernacular (with such a cool cover, presumably Romare Bearden, but one I don't know)

Yusef Komunyakaa Pleasure Dome
Yusef Komunyakaa Everyday Mojo Songs of Earth: New and Selected Poems (also a very cool cover)

Yusef Komunyakaa The Cameleon Couch
Yusef Komunyakaa The Emperor of Water Clocks
Geoffrey O'Brien Floating City: Selected Poems (I very rarely bail on poetry, but this was doing nothing for me, so I abandoned it)
Tamar Yoseloff Sweetheart
Tamar Yoseloff  Fun House
Kirby Wright Before the City: Collected Poems & Prose Poems
Claude Beausoleil Concrete City: Selected Poems 1972-82
Eugene Gloria Drivers at the Short-Time Motel
Enda Wyley Borrowed Space: New and Selected Poems
Enda Wyley The Painter on His Bike (should be able to extract at least one bicycle poem from this...)

My last bunch seem to come from articles in the Guardian, such as this one or this one.  (Now I will say they steered me wrong on Wendy Cope, and I also am not really sure about Rishi Dastidar, who seems to be a flash in the pan.  I'm skimming Saffron Jack and it doesn't do much for me.  I am supposed to have access to Neptune's Projects over at Robarts, but this just isn't working at the moment!  As it happens, I did order Dastidar's Ticker Tape, which just arrived.  If I do enjoy this, then I'll order Cherry Blossom at Nightbreak as a download.)

Sasha Debevec-McKenney Joy is My Middle Name
Harriet Armstrong To Rest Our Minds and Bodies
Colwill Brown We Pretty Pieces of Flesh
X Wendy Cope The Orange and Other Poems
X Wendy Cope Serious Concerns
Wendy Cope Family Values
Suzannah Evans Under the Blue
Seán Hewitt Open, Heaven
Derek Owusu Borderline Fiction

Not that there is ever an end to reading poetry, but this somewhat manic burst will probably come to an end when I read the reissued Fleurs du Mal translation (George Dillon and Edna St. Vincent Millay) from NYRB Poets, comparing it to the Howard translation (from my undergrad days!).

And finally tackling Rimbaud yet again.  (Rimbaud, or rather a modern incarnation of him, was heavily featured in the Howland Company's Take Rimbaud, wrapping up its run this weekend at Buddies in Bad Times, so he is back on my mind.)

Closing in on 2026 Mid-way Mark (Books)

I'm always running a bit behind where I would like to be (in my reading), and this generally intensifies in the warmer months when I am not riding the TTC and so reading a bit less.  On the other hand, when I have time on weekends (not all that often to be honest), I try to read outside.*  I read a bit outside this afternoon and finished up Azuela's The Underdogs, so I am moving on to the next "short novel," which is Cyril Connolly's The Unquiet Grave, which happens to be about writers so rarely living up to their self-professed goal of writing masterpieces of fiction.  Incidentally, Connolly did not set the literary world on fire either, producing only one novel and fragments of others (and mostly wrote reviews and essays), despite his evident gifts.

Anyway, I do try to track the shorter novels separately from the longer ones.  A few other short novels that I plan to get through reasonably soon are Coupland's Microserfs, Alix Ohlin's We Want What We Want, Farrant's Altered Statements, Soseki's The Three-Cornered World, Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49, Erdrich's The Bingo Palace, Gavron's An Acre of Broken Ground, Dickens's American Notes, Plymell's Benzedrine Highway and then slightly longer (but still on this list) Huxley's The Devils of Loudun and Packer's Drinking Coffee Elsewhere.  And maybe I will reread Edna O'Brien's Night.  As it happens, I did put in a request for Nabokov's Transparent Things, so will tackle that fairly soon.  And it turns out the Jones Library has Steinbeck's Cannery Row.  I own a copy in a LOA volume, but it is just so much easier to read as a stand-alone book.  I need to return some graphic novels there anyway, so I may drop them off and grab the Steinbeck.  Now there is a sequel to Cannery Row called Sweet Thursday (with a pretty awesome cover).  It's a bit longer, so I might see about slotting that in this fall.

Even though I am not reading quite as much now, I managed to get through Ada and then Vera, or Faith, and The Left Hand of Darkness is shorter than I thought, so I should have no problem reading it by next week for Book Club.  That means I can start finally returning to the books I laid out in "tranches" in this post.  So in a bit of a jumble, these are some of the next (longer) books I think I'll be reading: Dorfman's The Last Song of Manuel Sendero, Narayan's The Vendor of Sweets, Thammavongsa's Pick a Colour, Tim O'Brien's In the Lake of the Woods, maybe LeGuin's The Dispossessed, Harvey's Orbital, O'Connor's A Good Man is Hard to Find, Woolf's The Waves, Offill's Weather, Thien's The Book of Records, Mavis's Montreal Stories, Amis's The Information, Scarlett Thomas's The End of Mr Y, William Maxwell's So Long, See You Tomorrow, Lamming's The Pleasures of Exile, Marra's A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, Chakraborty's The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi (on the TPL hold shelf), Forster's Howard's End, McCullers's The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Kingsolver's Unsheltered and Animal Dreams, O'Neill's The Capitol of Dreams, Ghosh's The Calcutta Chromosome and In an Antique Land, El Akhad's What Strange Paradise, Waugh's Vile Bodies, Murdoch's Under the Net and The Sea, The Sea, Woolf's To the Lighthouse, Nabokov's Pale Fire and then Martel's Son of Nobody, and something else by Edna O'Brien (though I haven't decided what that might be).

I'm sure there will be plenty of deviations from this.  I don't have a lot of long trips scheduled, though I might end up heading over to Montreal more often than usual.  I am, however, making a very quick trip out to Halifax next week.  I probably should see if I can find one or two short books that I expect to leave behind, rather than a long opus (which I won't get as far into as I would like).  On the other hand, maybe I should take Hulme's The Bone People.  I only recently found out how divisive this book was when it won the Booker Prize.  Books prominently featuring child abuse are kind of a red flag for me, and I may well decide this is just not a book I actually want to finish, though I might as well give it a chance before deciding for good.

Interestingly, this post also seems to be where I set off on a fairly long detour into poetry.  I meant to make a list of what poetry collections I have read and if there are any notes I wanted to make on them, but it is actually far too late, so I'll just have to circle back on that in a follow-up post.

 

* It's actually a bit of a challenge for me to recall which books I largely finished up outside on the back deck.  One of the first was Camus's The Plague (after I finally got over my qualms about reading it during the various COVID shut-downs) and Station Eleven.  Probably at least some of Augie March.  Based on what I was reading last summer, I must have read at least some of Dombey and Son outside and probably some of Tim O'Brien's America Fantastica.  I suppose it doesn't really matter, though I am glad that the weather is finally cooperating, and I can get out more...

The Day That Did Not Go As Planned

Yesterday did not go as planned at all, and aside from the ending, I guess it generally went ok.

I'm getting better at predicting just long it will take me to bike across the city, but I am not much better at actually leaving on time.  I really wanted to leave at 11:30 to try to make it to Abbozzo Gallery (and Bau-Xi on the way back) and then Howl's Moving Castle at 12:55 (though there is about 10 minute wiggle room due to trailers and so forth).  However, I got a late start at the gym, and I didn't actually leave the house for the galleries until 11:40.  It didn't help that I was riding into a strong headwind, which probably cost me another 5 minutes.

I really find it challenging getting out to Abbozzo, which has moved to a space along the rail path north of the GO Bloor station.  I certainly don't normally bike west of Dufferin (though I biked west of High Park to see the Bloor West Village Players on Thurs., and it took just under an hour to bike home!).  The exhibit did catch my eye, and it was interesting (embroidered elements from cityscapes from foreign cities, mostly Asian but perhaps Islamic as well).  But I might not have gone out there if I had realized quite how long it would take to get there.

Adrienna Matzeg, Late-Night Snack, 2026

Adrienna Matzeg, 7-Eleven, 2026

Since I was already so far west, I stopped at Bau-Xi on the way back.  I have tried two other times to get out there, and both times they closed a bit early on me.  I wouldn't say I saw a lot that was different from what they always have on view, but I saw a few things of interest. 

Casey McGlynn, Navigating the Layers of the Earth, 2024

Casey McGlynn, 11 Horses in the Round, 2024

Michael Woolf, Transparent City 02, 2007

I certainly didn't dawdle, but even so, the clock was ticking, and I had a sense I would be late.  I got to Avenue Road/Queens Park, which ultimately turns into University and saw that it was already 1:01.  There was no way to make it to Carlton in time, so I ended up turning down on Queens Park and then saw the art in Hart House and dropped in at Robarts.  I was trying to track down a misplaced poetry collection by Yusef Komunyakaa and searched up City and Selected or Collected Poems.  I ended up generating a fairly long list of collections to investigate, and then I went up into the stacks.  I ended up finding the missing book (though perhaps ironically Komunyakaa's Magic City is not a selected or collected volume).  I'll write up a different post about this extension of Poetry Month.

Then I dropped off my bike at the garage near work, then took the train back to Yorkville.  I picked up my painting and chatted a bit with the folks there.  I wasn't in the market for anything else (having spent enough on art for a while!), but this Ferron piece was nice.

Marcelle Ferron, Soleil Noir

I then hopped back on the train with my piece to try to get it to the framer in time.  It wasn't to be, however.  The framer closes early on Fridays and Saturdays.  Had I known, I should have used the time to try to call up RCM, as they are going to let me exchange my ticket to Hilary Hahn after all.  I'll just have to do it on Tues.

I was starting to work out all kinds of different combinations to see if I could see Howl later in the day or on Sunday.  (It's a bit tricky because apparently the programmers there think sufficiently highly of the English voice cast that they are alternating the subbed and dubbed version, whereas for Spirited Away they only programmed the subtitled version.)  Then I realized that I could simply go on Monday.  And in fact, the current plan is to go to the gym (and wrap up by noon or so), then head over to Carlton to catch the 12:55 showing.  Then I may stop in briefly at the AGO, though I may skip that as the AGO is only open until 4!  I should get at least a bit of work done and try to do some reading as well.  That's not a bad plan, I suppose, and perhaps I can actually stick to it for once.

At any rate, after I dropped my new painting off (just in the basement for the moment), I had just about an hour to "relax" before heading back out to the Rex.  I was planning on sticking around for the late night set as well.  However, I hadn't booked any seats -- and they were pretty full.  I could have sat in the back, but I didn't really want to.  I also wasn't entirely sure how well I could write, as the group that was on first had a vocalist.  I decided to just bail.  I ate at Ginger instead and read a bit more of Vera, then picked up my bike and rode home.  I ended up reading the rest of Vera that evening.  So it was a bit of a disappointment to not see the show at the Rex, but not such a huge deal in the grand scheme of things. 

Another Top 100 Reading List (from the Guardian)

These crop up every so often.  This list is compiled by the Guardian.  It's pretty good as these things go, but there are a few quirky things about it.  Like virtually all these lists, there are a handful of recent novels that won't stand the test of time.  I definitely think Han Kang's The Vegetarian (#85) falls in this category.  I did read this, and I thought it was quite a bad book.  (At least it's short...)

The panelists seem to have tried to go slightly beyond the original canon, though there still aren't many African novels.  Half of a Yellow Sun (#62) by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is there, along with Achebe's Things Fall Apart (#22), as well as Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga (#74).  Nervous Conditions is apparently part of a trilogy, all well-received, so I guess I should read this one of these days.  I've read Half of a Yellow Sun and liked it a lot.  I've also read a fair bit of Achebe, including Things Fall Apart, and one day I will see about rereading some of them.  A few years back, they might have included something by Ben Okri (who I actually don't enjoy that much) or Wole Soyinka (whom I haven't read).  Coetzee, a South African writer who moved to Australia is represented by Disgraced.  I don't think I did read this.  I wonder if Waiting for the Barbarians, which I have read, is the better and perhaps more important book, as it is (probably) more directly engaged with colonialism.  Nadine Gordimer doesn't appear to be on the list either.

I would say two of the books on the list - The Metamorphosis (#48) and Heart of Darkness (#41) are really too short to qualify as novels and perhaps not even as novellas.

It doesn't appear that Pynchon is represented at all.  I would swap out The Metamorphosis for The Crying of Lot 49, which at least is a novel.  DeLillo also seems to be shut out.  A few years back Underworld would have been on these lists and very likely White Noise as well.  In fact, I thought White Noise was on the list, but it must just have been voted on by a few panelists.

Maybe the biggest surprise is that of all the major U.S. novelists, Steinbeck seems to have been left off as well.  I didn't see Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden or Of Mice and Men, which usually make these lists.  I think my personal favourite is Cannery Row, which I ought to try to reread this year, as it is quite short.

In general, core American writers have not fared as well, as on other, previous lists.  Unless I have missed something, Faulkner is only on here with The Sound and the Fury (#57), which pretty much has to be on these very literary lists.  I don't see As I Lay Dying (which I didn't care for all that much), Light in August or Absalom, Absalom!  I think Absalom, Absalom is fantastic and deserves to be here, but my personal, idiosyncratic favourite Faulkner is The Reivers.

Other Southern writers fare worse, and I don't see McCullers (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter), Flannery O'Connor or Eudora Welty.   

Mark Twain isn't on here at all, which may be due to just how omnipresent the N-word is in Tom Sawyer and particularly Huck Finn, making it all but impossible to put on school and even university reading lists.  Now Moby Dick (#15) is an important book, but it is a somewhat painful read.  I much prefer The Confidence Man, though that is definitely a minority position.

Toni Morrison does quite well (and I believe is the best represented US writer) with The Bluest Eye (#75), Song of Solomon (#40) and Beloved (#2!).  I definitely prefer Song of Solomon to Beloved, but I don't think it is a travesty to see the rankings reversed.

I don't see any Iris Murdoch.  While I wouldn't really have expected to see Under the Net (which I like very much and plan to reread soon), I thought maybe The Sea, The Sea would have made it, particularly onto a list compiled by the Guardian.  Again, likely 10 or so years ago she would have been more in the general conversation and made the cut.  I think Muriel Spark is only represented by one novel - The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (#31).

Dickens is reasonably well represented with David Copperfield (#33), Great Expectations (#35), Our Mutual Friend (#72) and Bleak House (#12).  Not much before this, Pickwick Papers would have likely made the list.  I think Oliver Twist and Little Dorritt are just a bit too sentimental for this sort of list.

Austen also has 4 on the list: Pride and Prejudice (#9), Emma (#13), Persuasion (#18) and Mansfield Park (#56).  I would definitely have substituted Sense and Sensibility for Mansfield Park, but maybe I would only have given her two slots overall.

Virginia Woolf does even better with 5 on the list!  To the Lighthouse (#4), Mrs. Dalloway (#14), The Waves (#55), Orlando (#54) and Jacob's Room (#90) all made the cut.  Oddly enough, I can't recall if I have read The Waves, but probably so.  Nonetheless, I won't count it against my total until I have reread it, maybe later this year if the stars align.

Russian literature always does well (Dostoevesky, Tolstoy and even Bulgakov), though I don't think Turgenev makes the list, and Fathers and Sons is such a strong candidate.

French novelists are probably the most under-represented.  Proust and Flaubert are here, but no Balzac, Hugo or Zola (or Perec either).  Maybe it is just too hard to pick one from everything they have written and there was vote splitting, or maybe the Guardian panelists just don't read that much French literature in translation.  Ten years ago, I think we probably would have seen Irène Némirovsky's Suite française on the list.

I would definitely liked to see more writers from South America, even though Borges never wrote any novels and short story collections don't cut it.  Garcia Marquez only makes the list once (One Hundred Years of Solitude at #17) when at least two others should have been under consideration - Chronicle of a Death Foretold and Love in the Time of Cholera.  I might well have found space for Christopher Unborn by Fuentes, maybe Hopscotch by Cortazar and something from Vargas Llosa (again a lot to choose from but probably Conversations in the Cathedral is the one I would promote).

Canadian authors are really shut out with only Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale (#36) making it.  And clearly this novel is so important right now, but I actually think Cat's Eye is stronger and deserves to be on the list.

Thinking over the Canadians that didn't make it, I would pitch Findley's Not Wanted on the Voyage, Kroetsch's The Studhorse Man and Ondaatje's In the Skin of a Lion (a more interesting novel than The English Patient, which would probably have been on this list 10 years ago).  Slightly more idiosyncratic choices would be Susan Swan's The Biggest Modern Woman of the World and Guy Vanderhaeghe's My Present Age (a Canadian version of O'Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces, which incidentally always used to make these sorts of lists and hasn't this time).

I've run out of time, but will circle back shortly with some of the interesting novels culled from the panelists' choices, though that may merit a second post. 

In terms of my own progress through this list, I am at 69/100 (and probably actually 70, if counting The Waves), and 18/20 from the top 20.  Not too shabby.  I am fairly sure within in a year or two, I can get to 75.  The ones I am most likely to read or attempt to read are: Woolf's The Waves, Mann's Buddenbrooks, Hardy's The Return of the Native and Jude the Obscure, Austen's Emma, Baldwin's Giovanni's Room, Nabokov's Pale Fire (a little more interested now than I was a month or two ago) and Tolstoy's War and Peace (though this is definitely a longer-term goal).  Oh and Grossman's Stalingrad and Life and Fate, though I am actually tempted to put them after War and Peace, so this is a very long-term goal at this point, but I'll make sure to get to them eventually!

Literary Disappointments

No, not a list of all the books that let me down, either after early promise or inexplicably good reviews or even books that were bad right from the start.  That would take far too long.  I think perhaps the single book that most failed to live up to the hype was Kingley Amis's Lucky Jim, which I really disliked.  I thought Proust was grossly over-hyped as well.  I found a few things of value from it, but not worth reading that many 1000s of pages to get to those nuggets.

Rather I found out there are two literary events in Toronto, and I found out about them too late, and they are both sold out.  I am not going to link to them on the off chance that a ticket or two turns up, and I will grab them.  One was some author's salon over at Paradise where the main guest of honour is Margaret Atwood.  I think the odds she would be signing anything are extremely low, but I would like to hear her talk anyway.  In this case, I may just show up anyway and see if there are rush tickets.  Interestingly, it is on the same night as a TPL Salon night, which I do have a ticket to, so I may just go to Paradise first and see if there is any chance of getting in, and if not, head over to TPL.

The second is over at Tranzac and it is almost a month away, but I guess because there are 10 or so poets reading, they all scarfed up the tickets for their friends and family.  Again, things can be a bit loose over at Tranzac, so I will just swing by and see if I can get in in the end.  I mostly want to go to hear Laurie Graham, who has a new collection out.  I liked her Fast Commute quite a bit, so would like to see what she has been up to lately.

I guess I won't know for a few weeks, or almost a month, just how disappointed I will be in the end.

Early May catch-up

I'll probably circle back and fill in a few more details, but this is what I have been up to over the weekend.

Sat. ended up being a very busy day.  I didn't get to the gym at 9:30, as I had hoped, but I did make it there by 10 (a recent record) and was home (with the groceries) by noon.  I left the house again to swing by some art galleries just before 1.  I went to Canadian Fine Arts and put down the cheque for the Brandtner piece.  It was too big to fit in my pannier, so I'll have to go back later, probably next Sat.  I went north and checked out Gallery Gevik, which I haven't been to in a while.  I came back south to get to 401 Richmond and ran briefly into Robarts to pick up a book on hold.  I saw that the cherry blossoms had all fallen.  Ah, transcience...

I didn't stay too long at 401 Richmond, though I was able to get into Gagne this time around and talked briefly to John.  Then I had about an hour at the OCAD GradEx.  I probably could have spent another 15 to 30 minutes there, but I think I got the essence of this year.  I think Chimemelie Okafor was probably the most interesting painter, for my tastes at least.

I then biked over to Carlton and was able to catch the 3:45 showing of Spirited Away.  I'll try to catch Howl's Moving Castle next weekend, maybe right before going over to Canadian Fine Arts, so hopefully they have a fairly early showing.

Then I swung by Union and picked up some sushi, hit the office for only about 10 minutes, then went to the Soundstreams concert.  I got there about midway through the pre-show talk.  I was not happy to find out that they had added a piece and an intermission, and now the whole concert was going to take just about 2 hours, up from the originally scheduled 90 minutes.  However, the piece I was probably most interested in (Britten's Lachrymae) was in the first half, so I decided I would leave at intermission and head over to the Rex.  So I ended up catching about half the first set of Don Byron in a large band setting.  Glad I caught this in the end, though Don was far more restrained than he has been on previous occasions.  I also stuck around for the late night set, though it was harder to focus and write in my journal, as this group was very heavy on the vocals.  The singer was quite good, however.

Sunday didn't get off to a great start when the bus wouldn't show up.  There were actually 2 headed south travelling in pairs, and there were 2 buses in pairs about 15 minutes away heading north.  Just terrible service, and the TTC seems to have completely abandoned any attempts at keep buses reasonably spaced through line management.  It was particularly frustrating as the weather was good, and I easily could have biked, but then I was heading all the way out to Old Mill for a Bach motet concert, and that was too far to bike.  So I abandoned my attempts to swim, and will do that tonight instead, and just read for a while, waiting on the bus to take me up to Pape station.  

I got to Old Mill with over an hour to spare, and I walked down to the Humber.  It turns out that the canoes and kayaks are now available to rent (this was the first weekend in fact) but there were no canoes available (they were doing some sort of clean up on the Humber).  It was tempting to rent a kayak, but I've never been in one, and I really didn't want my stuff to get wet.  Maybe some other time, esp. if my son is back in town, though that would probably mean renting a canoe again. 

Then I walked over to the church. I've definitely never been in this part of town before, as this is where the Kingway is (which is apparently still a nice movie theatre but run by a terrible grump, making it not worth going to, aside from the fact it is ridiculously far from my house...).

The concert was fine, but it's pretty clear that I am just not that into Bach's motets, and I think I will stop trying to force myself to appreciate them.

I then took the train back to Dundas West and spent a little time in the bookstores there, which were still open.  I debated going to the Indian place, but by the time I was finished with the book shopping, I only had time for pizza after all.  Then I watched Malle's Zazie Dans the Metro.  I didn't like the book that much because the little girl is such a brat.  The movie is essentially Tati on crack (though actually it predates Playtime by 7 years, though it came out a couple of years after Mon Oncle): non-stop visual gags and lots of camera tricks.  In the end it was a little too much.  Here is an interesting piece on the movie, and here is an essay from Criterion where they are flogging the film.  I'll have to decide at some point if I want to reread the book (which didn't do that much for me on first reading) and/or rewatch the film, but it is a relatively low priority.  I'm much more likely to rewatch Godard's Masculin féminin, which grabbed me more (right around the time I was thinking I didn't like any of Godard's films that much!).

I managed to make decent progress on Nabokov's Ada ✓, and I will probably finish it tonight.  Somehow I need to read Shteyngart's Vera or Faith ✓ and then still find time for Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness before the end of the month (as we are reading this for book club).  I looked several times and just couldn't find it, so I ordered the LOA set of her Hainish novels, which at least has the advantage of having some interesting additional material added to the novels and stories (even though I don't like buying stuff I already own or believe I own).  Then there are several other things I wanted to read, but this will probably end up getting pushed off until June (and of course I will have far less free time with Fringe roaring up!).  For instance, I ordered the remaining Blu-Rays of Breaking Bad, but I don't expect to get to any of them before the fall...

Ciao for now! 

Edit (05/12): I was able to get over to Jimmie Simpson and got in 23 or possibly even 24 laps, so that was positive.  I'm going to try to get over to the gym tonight, though I do need to swing by Robarts on the way home, and potentially swim on Wed.  (It's somewhat likely to rain on Wed., so maybe it is worth going to Matty Eckler instead if biking looks iffy.)  I also finally managed to finish Nabokov's Ada!  In general, the second half isn't quite as strong as the first half (and there is a somewhat painful 20 pages on space and time where Van more or less argues against Einstein's relativity theory because it isn't aesthetically pleasing), though the last 30 or so pages when Ada and Van are quite old (and reunited) recaptures some of the zany wordplay from the first half.  I may get around to writing a post just on this, but perhaps not.