Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Best reads of 2020

This year has been so completely disrupted.  Obviously in terms of all the theatre that was cancelled (to the point I probably won't bother to do a best theatre of 2020 post), but even on the literary front.  I am finding it all but impossible to reconstruct what I actually read, and of the books I did read, when I read them.  For instance, I definitely read Basic Black with Pearls, but it isn't entirely clear whether I read it at the very tail end of Dec. or in January, though I think it was Dec.  While I wasn't completely wild about it (and didn't put it on my best of 2019 list), 2020 has basically been a real dud in terms of reading, and it would certainly make the 2020 list...  Similarly, in a more typical year, Rushdie's Quichotte would probably only have been honorable mention.

I have completely stalled out in terms of my main reading list.  I actually gave up on the last 100 pages of so of William Maxwell's Time Will Darken It, as I thought it was quite an inferior novel compared to his others, and I actually haven't gotten back to reading him or Dawn Powell, where I also thought a bit of a break from her would be a good idea, though I hadn't intended on making it a year-long break!  A large part of the winter into spring was taken up with Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain, and it is a book that I am glad to have gotten through, but didn't generally enjoy along the way, particularly the last, interminable chapters. 

I did manage to grab a handful of library books before the major travel restrictions came into place in the spring, which meant I had months and months to finish those books.  While Camus's The Plague was definitely worthy, I found I didn't really like Kundera's novels as much as I had expected and finished them more out of obligation than anything.  I generally switched my focus onto e-texts for a very long time after that, and while I certainly amassed an enormous collection of them (which will come in handy when it is time to downsize and move to a condo or something), I didn't necessarily read that many of them, aside from poetry collections, which I generally do not put on my end of year reading lists.  I did, however, reread Kevin Brockmeier's The Brief History of the Dead almost entirely on my phone while in line at the grocery store.  It held a bit more menace this time (there is a virus that wipes out humanity!), though I wasn't entirely sold on the ending, which is the primary reason that Atwood takes the prize for best reread book this year...  Unusually, I even got around to listening to several audio books (which I virtually never do), almost entirely recordings of Toni Morrison reading her novels (unabridged no less).

I also was making a concerted effort to go through books that would then go out into the Little Free Library (and I did make it through The Betrayers by David Bezmozgis, though I thought it was nowhere near as good as his earlier books), but sort of by default that means these aren't likely to be great books.  In the fall, I slogged my way through the Library of America's The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard, which I didn't care for at all.  I'm hoping to actually resell it (if used bookstores ever reopen), but it may just end up in the Little Free Library after all.  And then I got sidetracked by starting to read Quebecois novels published by QC Fiction but unfortunately not really liking the first 3 books I tackled, and even abandoning one of them.  

I don't think this was all down to me having a generally negative outlook on life and literature due to the coronavirus.  I think I just hit a pretty bad patch and no question I read much, much less than I normally would because I biked exclusively to work (so no reading on transit) and often, though not always, was putting in overtime at work.  Also, over this past month I have started watching a movie or two each week with my son, which also cuts into my spare reading time.

Top 3 of 2020
Albert Camus The Plague
Carrianne Leung That Time I Loved You
Salman Rushdie Quichotte

Best novel reread
Margaret Atwood The Edible Woman

Honorable mention
John Cheever Thirteen Uncollected Stories
Julio Ramón Ribeyro The Word of the Speechless (NYRB)
Sonny Liew The Art of Charlie Chan Hock Chye (interesting graphic novel covering the history of Singapore)
Kamila Shamsie The City by the Sea (ending may be a bit too upbeat given the circumstances)
Sheung-King You are Eating an Orange. You are Naked.
Dawn Powell The Wicked Pavilion (takes a while to find its footing)
Steven Jay Gould Ever Since Darwin
Marc-Uwe Kling QualityLand
Kurt Vonnegut w/ North & Monteys Slaughterhouse Five (the graphic novel adaptation)

I had certainly expected to finish Don Quixote by 2020, along with Nabokov's Lectures on Don Quixote, but instead it will be one of the first things I finish in 2021.  I may also tackle another plague-related book (Station Eleven), and if I can find the time, then I will try to take on Eric Dupont's Songs for the Cold of Heart (published as The American Finance in the US).  There is a small chance that I will read Nersesian's The Five Books of Robert Moses, but truthfully I think it is more important that I read War and Peace and probably even reread The Brothers Karamazov before this contemporary epic.

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Textile Museum - What Was On

I learned my lesson from the first round of lockdowns and in the summer and fall as museums and galleries opened up, I generally went to them right away.  Now I did not get out to Montreal, though that just involved too much travel around other people and then staying away from home for at least one night, which was just a bridge too far.  However, I was definitely planning on going out to Hamilton (perhaps somewhat enticed by the fact that it wasn't currently in lockdown), but Metrolinx completely cut Hamilton out of the network and a trip that used to take one hour (one-way) stretched to just under 3 hours, which was simply ridiculous.  At any rate, I'll take the next few weeks to post on what I saw, reliving the excitement when you could still go out and do and see things in the region.  After that maybe it will just be a few more weeks of hibernating and seeing if rates have come down enough by the spring that we can resume a bit of normalcy.

Today I will focus on the Textile Museum. There are two exhibits in place: Anna Torma: Permanent Danger (a show of large scale embroidered tapestries which runs through late March so there is a reasonable chance it will be possible to catch it in March, assuming the lockdown is lifted) and a group show of printed textiles from Inuit artists at Kinngait Studios.  The Intuit print show runs through June 1, so there is a better chance of seeing that in 2021.

The sheer amount of work that went into Anna Torma's pieces is quite incredible.  Here are a few that caught my attention.

Anna Torma, Fight 1, 2018

Anna Torma, Dionysia, 2020

The printed textiles exhibit reminded of the Artists textile show from 2015 (which apparently was organized by London's Fashion and Textile Museum.  Given the Canadian content of this show, I presume the Textile Museum organized it, though I don't know if it will travel or not.  There is a nice catalogue to accompany the exhibit, though it currently can only be ordered through the Textile Museum gift shop.

It would be difficult to pick the best fabrics.  In general I was a bit more interested in the repeating patterns and not quite as interested when they were transformed into dresses or curtains, to name just a few of the things seen in the show.






Hopefully this gives you a general sense of the exhibits that were on view and inspires you to go when it is deemed safe to do so again!

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Holiday Giving

I guess this is three weeks late (Giving Tuesday was Dec. 1 this year).  I actually was a moderately active giver this year.  There was a matching donation opportunity with the Heart and Stroke Foundation, so I did that.  I gave a bit to Northwestern University grad school, which is super rare.  (I'll probably get solicitations for eternity though.)  On a related note, I often am solicited by both University of Toronto and Hart House.  This year I am doing a bit of volunteer work for Hart House, so I feel covered in that regard.  The last substantial donation I made on Giving Tuesday was to a nearby food bank.  

I debated giving to the Red Cross, though I have somewhat ambiguous feelings about both the Red Cross and the United Way.  They both have quite substantial overheads and not nearly as much of the donated funds goes directly to people in need.  In the States, it was moderately common for employers to match donations to both charities, so I often took advantage of that.  I'm back in the public sector and matching donations is very rare here, though they do make payroll donations to the United Way simple.  Though apparently not simple enough for me!  Somehow I didn't renew for 2019 and was kind of shocked how little I had donated to charity when I found out at tax time.  Fortunately, I corrected this for 2020 and just renewed my donation for 2021.

I've made a fair number of small donations to arts organizations over 2020 (or in some cases just letting them hang onto ticket payments rather than asking for immediate refunds to help keep them afloat until they can start presenting concerts and plays again), and before the year is out, I'll make a direct donation to the Stratford Festival.  There is essentially an unlimited need for donations in all kinds of areas (child welfare, animal welfare, health, education, cleaning up the environment, etc.) and it gets too overwhelming when I think about it like that.  However, I try to balance putting my money towards things that I would be really sad if they disappeared (like the Stratford Festival) and more broad-based giving to food banks, United Way and the Red Cross.  That's probably all I can do for the moment.  It is true that I feel less guilty about being materially comfortable when I donate or volunteer, though that isn't the prime deciding factor.

Edit (12/30): I forgot to mention that I did give to the Toronto Star's Santa Claus Fund, which apparently smashed its goal of $1.2 million this year.  I generally alternate between the Santa Claus Fund and the Fresh Air Fund.  If they think they can send kids to camp this summer, I'll probably make a small donation.  And it looks like I should get my act together and donate to Stratford Festival today before I forget...

Monday, December 21, 2020

Signed Books

I've touched on this a few times before in the blog, but I thought maybe bringing them together would be useful, at least to me.  In this post, I talk about the author readings (that I remember) and note if I got a signed copy of the book or not.  (I should add that since posting that, I did see Salman Rushdie doing an in-person interview related to Quichotte and picked up a pre-signed book, as he no longer does in-person signings due to the understandable security risks.)  And here I talk a bit about buying autographed books on the internet, which I don't do often but will if there is no feasible alternative, i.e. the author passed away or is simply no longer on the book circuit.  That said, over the last year I have engaged in a bit more autograph-hunting.  With my recent orders of signed books by Sharon Olds and August Kleinzahler, I have signatures of all the living poets I follow closely with the exception of Louise Gluck (where the cost of her signature now seems to be out of my price range...).  Several of these volumes are from Brick Books where they sometimes sent signed copies as prizes for various competitions, particularly linked to Canadian literary blogs, and I was fortunate enough to win a few times.

There is no question I have more signed poetry books than novels.  In this list, I will put a star next to the ones where I actually got the autograph at a reading or in-person another way.

Margaret Atwood Selected Poems I & II *
Paul Auster The New York Trilogy *
Lindsay B-E The Cyborg Anthology (won a signed copy through a Zoom reading)
Neil Bissoondath On the Eve of Uncertain Tomorrows
George Bowering Errata
Gwendolyn Brooks Blacks *
Jim Carroll The Book of Nods *
Barry Dempster The Burning Alphabet
Adam Dickinson Kingdon, Phylum
Stuart Dybek The Coast of Chicago * (Actually my dad got this signed for me)
Timothy Findley The Wars
Timothy Findley The Telling of Lies
Alice Fulton Powers of Congress *
Allen Ginsberg Planet News
David Gitlin The Journey Home
Jim Gustafson  Virtue and Annihilation *
Diana Hartog Ink Monkey
Michael Heller In the Builded Place
Faye Kicknosway Butcher Scraps
Faye Kicknosway The Violence of Potatoes
Carolyn Kizer Yin
August Kleinzahler The Strange Hours Travelers Keep
Robert Kroetsch Seed Catalogue
Robert Kroetsch Excerpts From the Real World
Evelyn Lau Other Women
Dennis Lee Riffs
Don L. Lee We Walk the Way of the New World *
Philip Levine The Simple Truth
Ken Mikolowski Big Enigmas *
Ken Mikolowski Little Mysteries *
Sharon Olds The Dead and the Living
Michael Ondaatje Secular Love (This is an odd one.  I went to a reading by Ondaatje in Toronto but I don't recall waiting in line for him to sign this.  At the same time, it would have cost more to buy a signed copy than is indicated on the front page, so maybe I did wait it out...)
Orhan Pamuk The Museum of Innocence
Marge Piercy My Mother's Body
Adrienne Rich Dark Fields of the Republic
John Sinclair We Just Change the Beat *
Josef Skvorecky The Republic of Whores
Charles Simic Selected Poems *
Charles Simic The Voice at 3 AM *
Susan Swan The Biggest Modern Woman in the World *
Constance Urdang American Earthquakes

Janet Abu-Lughod Rabat: Urban Apartheid in Morocco
Neil deGrasse Tyson Death by Black Hole

I think this list is complete, though once in a while I stumble across a book that I picked up used, not knowing it was signed, and I'll just go ahead and add it here if that happens again.  That was the case for Bissoondath, Evelyn Lau, Marge Piercy (!) and Constance Urdang.

I guess one benefit of focusing on poets is that they are generally fairly obscure to the general reading public, and there is not as much pent-up demand to get their signatures.  The flip side is that they didn't go to as many readings and book signings in the first place.  Probably the most "famous" signatures I have collected are from Atwood and Ondaatje, both of whom are much better known for their novels than their poetry, though both are fine poets.  (Actually, on further reflection, Paul Auster is the most famous, though I recently scored a fairly inexpensive signature of Allen Ginsberg, but I won't list it until it is in my possession.)

Sunday, December 20, 2020

New Computer

I don't know whether this counts as a Christmas present to myself or not, but I have been contemplating buying a replacement desktop for some time now.  I was finding that my main home computer was having frequent memory problems (and once a week or so would in fact crash and restart itself with only a handful of programs open).  Perhaps even more frustrating is that the optical drive completely stopped working, so I couldn't back up CDs or burn data CDs/DVDs.  So I knew a replacement was inevitable but was having trouble convincing myself to get around to it.

I did a bit of on-line shopping hoping to find a computer with Windows 8 (or perhaps Windows 8.1, since Windows 8 is completely unsupported now).  I really have not liked dealing with Windows 10 on my "upgraded" work laptop, though, to be fair, my biggest gripes are not being able to turn off the constant syncing with OneDrive and the constant notifications.  At least at home, I have more control over those settings and don't have to defer to corporate IT policies.  Anyway, the only Windows 8.1 machines were refurbished ones, and I didn't feel like going that route.

So that reduced my interest in getting a computer, since I wouldn't be able to get Windows 8.1, but I still needed to do something.  I saw that Staples was having a pretty good sale, and it was possible to arrange for curbside pickup, as the computer was in stock in the store.  I ordered a new monitor as well and a portable external hard drive to help with the data transfer.  One nice thing about Gerrard Square is that, while there are generally quite long lines to get in (and probably likely to be even longer as the lockdown rules get stricter) if you have a "curbside" order to pick up, they let you right in.  Now I didn't have to give them an order number or anything, so I could have been scamming them, but that is hardly my problem...

It basically took all weekend to transfer all the files over, and for the time being at least, I am letting my daughter use the old computer as a backup (though mostly I think she plays games on it...).  Then it took a long time to get software reinstalled and tweaked.  I was particularly worried about migrating my email archives (in MailStore) but that was a breeze.  I had to follow some bizarre process (spelled out on the internet) in order to restore the Tif editor (called Mobi) and then figure out how to get my ancient scanner working with Windows 10, as it is not natively supported.  The program that took the most fiddling around (so far) was Calibre, but I think I have it whipped into shape now.  I'm still getting used to new versions of PDFSam and FreeRip, and I haven't tested Nero yet, but generally things seem to be functioning.  The last thing is to go around and reset the passwords for some news sites and iTunes (and Blogger for that matter!).  It has been a dreadful headache, but hopefully I won't have to do this again for another 5 years, and at least the files I care the most about have been backed up in a few places as a result of this new computer purchase.

Saturday, December 12, 2020

V-Day

It's been a month since I last posted.  There have been quite a few incidents of note and photos I want to log, and maybe I will circle back and maybe I won't.  I thought I would mention that I am extremely grateful that the scientists have come up with a number of (apparently) working vaccines at a truly ground-breaking speed.  I simply would not have expected this level of progress until the middle of 2021, and pessimistically perhaps not until 2022.  However, a handful of citizens have received the shot in the UK, and next week it looks like the vaccine will be rolled out (so very gradually) in the US and Canada.

No idea where my family and I fall in the list, though probably in the bottom half.  Nonetheless, I am assuming a gradual opening up through the spring, and potentially mass entertainment (movies, concerts, theatre) may possibly be able to return in the summer.  As much as I would like that, I think I would be willing to sacrifice it for a "normal" return to school in the fall.  Some children have adapted quite well to the new situation but others, particularly the younger ones, have not, and if we can limit the damage to one and a quarter school years, I would be incredibly pleased.

I think that's all I have to say on the subject for the time being.  I'm still expecting this to be a long, difficult winter, but there is hope that we will be turning the corner as the vaccine is distributed.  And while there are a fair number of vaccine-shy individuals in Canada, the proportion does seem to be a bit lower than in the States.  To be fair, I can understand not wanting to be in the very first wave of vaccinations, though I think at this point I would go ahead and take it as soon as it was offered to me.  (Again, I have no intention of cutting in line and clearly think that the elderly in long term care homes, doctors, nurses and then other essential workers (including transit drivers) have a higher priority than I do.)  But it's nice to have hope when things were looking so desperately awful for so long.

Edit (March 2021): I think I was maybe a bit too optimistic.  Canada has just not been able to get the vaccines in a timely fashion, and it looks like the US may be able to be more or less back to normal several months before Canada, and I think this summer will largely be washed out.  We may not even open the border until the late fall, so no bands are going to be touring anyway.  Any tourism will be domestic for pretty much the entire year.  It could be worse of course (and the vaccines do seem to be making a tangible difference in the situation), but it is still a let-down.


Thursday, November 12, 2020

A Slow Let Down

I really tried to make it through Réhel's Tatouine.  As I mentioned a week or so ago, this is definitely an interesting narrative voice, though coming from a character I would completely avoid in real life.  I'm not of the mind that "disabled" characters need to be paragons or flawless, but this guy had no ambition in life (other than moving to Tatouine where he could be away from everyone) and apparently he decides to try to live out this fairly stupid fantasy in Algeria, as it was Lucas's inspiration for Tataouine.  Setting aside that he has basically no life skills (not sure I've read of such an incompetent person since some of the feckless artistic types that I hated so much in Barbara Comyns's work), doesn't speak the language* and needs intensive medical assistance for his cystic fibrosis, what could possibly go wrong?  Anyway, the guy just stumbles through a fairly meaningless existence in Montreal, making one bad decision after another.**  It's like the literary equivalent of The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret, but without the star power of David Cross behind it.  Nonetheless, some people like watching slow-moving train wrecks, but I do not.  I couldn't even get through one episode of Todd Margaret (and I have also largely given up on Ricky Gervais who sort of specializes in this sort of dire comedy), and I am now bailing on Tatouine about halfway through.  

I still have reasonably high hopes for the other books from QC Fiction, but maybe I will temper my praise a bit, given this disappointing first outing.

I am also not entirely sure if I will stick to the Canadian book review challenge.  If I do, I imagine I will mostly be reviewing poetry, given how many books I have from Brick Books still to read.  Given that I didn't finish this book, it would not be fair to consider this a formal review, though clearly I would not be recommending it to anyone...


* Granted he should be able to find a moderate number of Algerians who speak French, due to its colonial past, but if his intention really is to move out to the hinterlands of Algeria, then he will mostly be encountering nomads who speak Berber or more occasionally Arabic.

** Not that I am that likely to ever finish my own novel about a somewhat hapless character in Toronto, but I think I will have to give him a bit more motivation and inner spark, even if he is often a bit over his head, just to avoid coming up with someone who the readers tire of so quickly.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Romance Texts

I am not referring here to romance novels but the tales (and epic poems) of chivalry.  These are on my mind lately, primarily because I am slowly working my way through Don Quixote, and the Don's brain has been turned to mush by reading too many romances, most of which (according to Cervantes) are very silly, aside from Amadis of Gaul by Vasco Lobeira, which I've never read and am not that likely to, though I suppose never say never.  It's not entirely clear to me if Cervantes would have been aware of Malory's Morte D'Arthur, but probably not.  Though he was aware of the Arthurian legends in a general way.

As it happens, after a delay of many, many months, I finally fired up the DVD player last night and watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail and their extremely silly take on Malory.  (It looks like I should be able to get to Life of Brian and Meaning of Life next weekend, of course I said that already back in January!)

While I have detoured very much from my original path, I've actually done moderately well in reading the missing Greek and Roman texts (at least until we get to the various histories) from my undergraduate education.  Based on this list, I should aim to get to On the Nature of Things, Juvenal's Satires, Horace's Odes and then Ovid's Poems of Exile (if I can ever get back over to Robarts!) and then I will feel I've done a decent job in hitting the highlights at least.

For whatever reason, I actually did read an awful lot of middle English and romance texts, starting in high school and ending in graduate school.  In fact, leaving aside Amadis of Gaul, I think I've read everything on this list except for La Chason de Roland, The Heptameron and the poems by Chrétien de Troyes.  But I also have to admit that I don't remember a lot of them in any great detail, so I am at least considering rereading (or re-skimming) some of them.  I am going to cheat a bit by adding some of the bawdier precursors to this list (where there are gallant knights in some tales but also more nefarious goings on, and a peculiar obsession with cuckoldry!), and those would be the ones I would likely start with.  The dates in the list will refer to date of composition or first publication where known.

La Chanson de Roland (c. 1115)  Lots of uncertainty around this text.  I'll probably tackle it in an Oxford edition with the old French and a modern English translation.  

El Cantar de mio Cid (The Song of the Cid) (c. 1140) Not familiar with this work either.

Chrétien de Troyes: Yvain, the Knight of the Lion (c. 1180) Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart (c. 1180) and Perceval, the Story of the Grail (c. 1190)  Not too familiar with his work.  If I do read any, I am not sure if I will stick to only what de Troyes wrote or dip into the the Four Continuations.

R Boccaccio The Decameron (1353)  I'm actually not entirely sure where my copy has gotten to (and whether I had the Penguin or Oxford edition).  

R Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (c 1380)

R Chaucer The Canterbury Tales (c. 1400) I actually read it (in middle English) in Honors English. Nevill Coghill's modern English adaptation often gets high marks.

R Malory Le Morte d'Arthur (1485) I think I'd stick with the Oxford version called Works.

Lobeira Amadis of Gaul (1508) The Robert Southey translation is out of copyright and seems to be the primary one on the various free download sites, so if I ever do read it, it will likely be that way.

R Ariosto Orlando Furioso (1516) This is definitely epic in scale.  I feel the Barbara Reynolds translation (Penguin) is really the best way to read it, though there is a much more modern, freer translation floating around.  I actually lost one volume from the set, though I was able to eventually replace it.  While this does deserve to be reread, I am just not sure I will ever find the time.

Marguerite de Navarre The Heptameron (1558) I think I do have a copy of the Penguin edition, but am not sure where this is either.  When I stumble across it, I'll see if I can set aside the time to read it then.

R Spenser The Faerie Queene (1596) I read this in graduate school.  It had its moments but definitely felt too long.  I can't remember much of it, and am fairly unlikely to reread at this point.  I did see that there is an illustrated version that just focuses on the story lines of the various sections. I might check that out instead.

After taking another look at this list, I will surely sound out La Chanson de Roland and will likely reread Chaucer and Boccaccio. I'm also likely to read The Heptameron sooner rather than later. I'm less sure about Malory or Ariosto or tackling de Troyes, and frankly I'm fairly unlikely to read Amadis of Gaul or reread The Faerie Queene.


Edit (11/10) I will take it as a sign that a copy of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight ended up in my Little Free Library.  This translation (Marie Borroff) may well be the one I read in Honors English, but I can't recall.  It is quite a short text (60 pages including all the notes), so I will be able to read it and put it back in the library right away.

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

First Impressions (books)

I'm sure that I have written more than once that I need to trust my instincts and just give up on books a lot more quickly than I did in the past.  Of course in the distant, distant past (my late teens through mid-20s) I was so determined to finish every book I started, but with time I realized this was just foolish.  In terms of books that simply didn't get any better but I did finish (though I should abandoned at the 50 page mark or before) I can put Faulker's A Fable (though I suppose in this sense I am a completist and will eventually want to read all of his novels) and Naipaul's The Enigma of Arrival firmly in this category.  Brigid Brophy's In Transit wore out its welcome long before it ended.  And if I am being brutally honest I have kind of regretted reading all the Kundera books I have read to date.  In the case of Mann's The Magic Mountain and Musil's A Man Without Qualities and even von Rezzori's The Death of My Brother Abel, I knew going in these would all be grinds, but there were at least some interesting bits along the way (though not that many in My Brother Abel) and there was no serious thought on my part that I would abandon them.

So consequently I have started dropping books sooner, particularly if I didn't have a truly compelling reason to read this book in the first place.  (I generally do a quick scan of Goodreads, discounting all the sycophantic 5 star reviews, to see if there are readers who found the book improved but more often than not, I find myself in agreement with the 2 and 3 star reviews.  And frankly, I don't think I have enough time left to me to read that many 2 or 3 star books...)

I'm actually starting to try to get a sense within the first 5 pages (rather than 50) to decide if I will continue a book.  I stumbled across a positive review for Jane Igharo's Ties that Tether, so I gave it a shot.  But I realized that it was only a step or two above a romance novel, though one with an inter-racial and inter-cultural twist.  

Most of the reviewers agreed that Igharo leans pretty heavily on romance tropes (whether this is a good thing or bad thing depended on their taste), but it definitely turned me off.  I then read some SPOILERS that said there was a surprise pregnancy (which naturally should have come with a trigger warning...) that came up quite early in the book, so this already had me thinking this was a rip-off of a plot device used in The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd (not that Igharo has probably ever even heard of that TV show, as it never came out on DVD).  But I read a couple more pages until there was a ridiculous plot twist (with the narrator finding out that her one-night stand was now working at her company) that came straight out of a romance novel, and I said to myself, I simply cannot read any further.

On the other hand, I read just a few pages of Jean-Christophe Rehel's Tatouine (also recommended by Star book reviewer I believe), and I said this sounds like quite a unique narrative voice.  Not a person I would want to spend any time with in real life, but still worth following through the book.

The narrator is living with cystic fibrosis in a basement apartment in the suburbs of Montreal.  He has a somewhat vivid imaginary life (shades of Walter Mitty) but his thoughts are largely colonized by LucasWorld, and he wishes he could live on the desert planet Tatouine, primarily so he can be left alone.  While I am not sure it is a conscious riffing off of Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground (with its anti-social anti-hero), I wouldn't be surprised if Rehel was making a link between the two.  At any rate, this is a book that sold me (on continuing) within a few pages.

I spent a bit of time looking at the other offerings from QC Fiction, which is an imprint that translates books by Francophone authors from Quebec.  Almost all of them grabbed me just through the book blurbs, though I haven't had a chance to get that many out of the library.  They have some decent sales (3 books for $45 plus shipping) but you can't mix and match.  I wish they would do something like Brick Books where you could order a lot of the e-books and drop the price down to $10 or so.


Fortunately, the library has a copy of virtually the entire run.  I'm actually quite interested in Listening for Jupiter, Prague, The Unknown Huntsman, The Electric Baths and Songs for the Cold of Heart (which has won a number of awards).  The next one I am likely to read is In Every Wave, as it is the shortest!

Because Eric Dupont's Songs for the Cold of Heart is quite long (just breaking the 600 page mark), I think this is one I would prefer to own rather than attempt to read from the library.  I actually biked past BMV on the way home on Monday and hit the jackpot.  They had a nice used copy for $10, whereas I had been thisclose to paying $13 (plus shipping) from Amazon.  I would probably have picked up The Electric Baths as well, but that wasn't in stock at BMV.*  Hopefully, my Spidey sense isn't malfunctioning, and I will more or less enjoy Tatouine and Songs for the Cold of Heart all the way through. 

* Another great pick-up was Richard Ford's Canada for $5.  I had just seen Richard Ford talking a bit about his newest story collection, Sorry for Your Trouble, at the Toronto International Festival of Authors.

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Multi-Tasking

I've mentioned a few times that I mostly still go to the office, though last week I did work from home on Wed., as it was supposed to rain most of the day.  In the end, the rain cleared up after a few hours, and I could really have made it in.  I didn't make that mistake on Thursday or Friday.

At any rate, I did have an unbelievable number of MS Teams and Zoom meetings, pretty much from 9:30 to 6 pm.  However, in most of them, I was just listening in, so I did my absolute best to multi-task while muted (and with the camera off obviously).

I had promised that I would cook dinner but fell asleep the night before, so the first thing I did was finish putting this casserole together and threw it in the oven.  I then did most of the resulting dishes.

On the other computer, I began a fairly lengthy digitization process, starting with some random News from Lake Wobegon.*  I have an entire box of cassette tapes if you can believe it.  A large number of them are just random hits off of the radio, and most of those I don't need (having either upgraded to CDs or decided I didn't like the songs all that much after all).  However, I did come across some cassette promos, including this one I got not long after washing up in Toronto (the first time) for grad school.

 


I'd say about 1/3 of the remaining tapes are still random stuff off of the radio, 1/3 are interviews I did (either with urban planning students for a project that never materialized or visitors to hostels and hostel workers (ditto)) and the last are me dictating** my memories of my undergraduate career and working in an inner-city high school and then a whole string of tapes I recorded on my way to and back from my mother's funeral.  It's a little ironic that the most important tapes were those where I had recorded transportation professionals and environmentalists as background for my dissertation.  It looks like I tossed these after I had the interviews transcribed (by my girlfriend at the time, now my wife, who was paid for her labour).  Inspired by this, I spent an hour poking around and did find the word documents of the various interviews, so at least that wasn't lost, though there were some hiccups along the way in converting from Mac documents over to PC land.  (I could spend several paragraphs talking about how much I probably lost along the way as floppy disks(!) got corrupted or hard drives damaged, but probably all the things I really care about, my poetry, my dissertation and my various creative writing projects, have been saved in a couple of places.  I also could talk about how these various drives down memory lane are moving me in the direction of actually wrapping up some ancient projects, but I don't want to get ahead of myself.)  This time around, I am just digitizing them and may or may not transcribe them, but I don't really have an urgent need to have them transcribed (so I probably won't get around to it).

On top of these other tasks, I was able to do a load of laundry, and later on helped my daughter a bit with her math homework.  I wish she had been more productive over the weekend (and asked for my help when I was available), but that's another story.  Because the rain had stopped, and the last session ended at 6 (when I had thought it would end at 7!), I ran out and did a mini-grocery store run.  So it did feel like quite a productive day.  It was almost relaxing the next day back in the office when I had far fewer distractions!

* While I do think Garrison Keillor has shown himself to be a very weak liberal ally (and a bit of a creep), his tales are still pretty entertaining.  I had several commercially produced cassettes (Local Man Moves to the City and Stories), which I digitized ages ago, though not entirely sure where the files (or the original tapes) went to!  But now I am working through bits taped directly from the radio, almost entirely from the mid 1990s.

** It's weird enough listening to your own voice on tape, but then to listen to it taped at various years and at quite different tape speeds is particularly disorienting!

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Still Not Getting It

It's so frustrating seeing a small (but still too sizable) minority of Canadians are arguing over mask rules.  The new argument seems to be that if X person (usually a bus driver or policeman) doesn't wear a mask, then I don't need to.  Really childish.  And there is almost no point in arguing with such people, but simply avoid them (and if you are an anti-masker, I am not going to publish your comments here).

Friday I decided that since it was probably one of the last nice days before the weather got much colder, I would walk over to Simcoe Place.  (While I probably will gradually wind down my trips to work as it gets colder and I also am generally not eating a full lunch as I am watching my weight, I do eat lunch occasionally.  At any rate, I can visit the Union Station food court and the one over at RBC Plaza without heading outdoors.)  Anyway, I was going to go to a Thai place at Simcoe Place that I like and hope to help keep in business.  The lady at the counter wasn't there, so the cook was serving a customer.  And he had no mask on!  Really?!  Now I am wondering whether he doesn't wear his mask while cooking.  The whole situation completely turned me off, and I am simply not going to go back until the pandemic is past.  That probably means I won't be going back to Simcoe Place until next summer or even later (unfortunately).  While Freshii's is fine (and that is what I had instead), I don't care enough about it to go out of my way.

It's a little different when I read about industries (like gyms and tourism/hospitality) complaining that they are being punished (by the various restrictions) and the evidence is still on the thin side.  It is a tough balancing act between trying to keep the economy limping along and reining in the cases, but the cases are really staying stubbornly high in the GTHA even after 2-3 weeks of these restrictions, and the hospitals are starting to get overwhelmed, which is really what is driving most of the decisions to shut down.  What is so frustrating is that the only thing that really will help us is a much expanded testing and then contact tracing operation.  The Provinces should have thrown everything into this and they simply didn't over the summer.  So it is little wonder that average people are fed up with a situation that doesn't look like it will ever get any better until a vaccine is ready (and even that will likely prove to be disappointing).  But that is still no excuse not to wear a mask anytime you are around others in a public setting!

I'm debating whether to post some pictures of a Borat pro-mask poster in my neighbourhood that has been defaced by ani-mask fools, but that may just be too meta.  I'm actually pretty turned off by the Borat approach, though some people really liked the first movie, though the sequel has been getting consistently poor reviews...

I'll post it after all, mostly because of the "The Mask is a Muzzle" graffiti...


I'm sorry I have to share a planet, let alone my city, with these dolts


Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Making Progress?

While Toronto's new case counts have come down ever so slightly, that cannot be said of Ontario as a whole.  Peel and now York remain major problems, particularly on a per capita basis.  The most scary thing recently is that 61 cases in Hamilton have been linked to a spin class where they followed all the rules, but the rules do allow masks to be removed during exercise.  And the patient zero was completely asymptomatic, which is increasingly the case, and will make tracking down those who have the virus simply impossible without truly widespread testing, which just won't happen.  So we're basically screwed.

What most likely will happen is they will close gyms through the entire GTHA or they will say no more exceptions - exercise in a mask or not at all (and won't that be fun to enforce?) - or both.  I'm not quite backing off my previous criticism because Toronto hadn't shown the evidence before making the call to close gyms down, but now we have the evidence and the gyms will close along with restaurants. 

I'm actually talking more personally.  While it has only been a bit over a week since I've cut out large lunches and tried to improve my snackage, I do think a couple of shirts are fitting a bit better.  Naturally, I am quite cranky when I am dieting.  That's nothing new.  It takes several weeks before this becomes the "new normal" and my body just accepts it won't get as many calories in the middle of the day.  Waking up hungry in the middle of the night remains my single biggest problem, however.  I'll just keep trying to make some slight progress in the next few months before winter hits (and I lose all will to do much of anything aside from hibernate).

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Play Cycles

This is way, way out of order, but I'll see if I can just get my scattered thoughts down (and close a bunch of open browser tabs).

I'd say that there are basically three sorts of play cycles (here I am considering anything with three or more plays in it, so Angels in America won't make the cut).  First, there are strict trilogies (or tetralogies and beyond) with quite a few shared characters.  Sometimes there is a significant passage of time, and sometimes the action is compressed into a day or a week, with quite a few variations as the number of works increases (i.e. some compressed works intermingled with ones with longer timespans).  Actually, in rare cases the passage of time is the main feature in a linked series of plays, and the cycle may span a century or more, with naturally only a few characters in common, though a family history may be covered by the plays.  Second, there are groups of works with strong thematic overlaps but no shared characters.  Third, there are plays that are set in one city or region but with generally little else in common.

I generally find the last category fairly boring, unless the same events are approached from different angles.  Annie Baker's The Vermont Plays (The Aliens, Circle Mirror Transformation, Body Awareness, and Nocturama) certainly doesn't succeed for me as any kind of meaningful cycle, even though I liked The Aliens a great deal when I finally saw Coal Mine's Toronto production.

It looks like I managed to miss the various Chicago premieres of Craig Wright's Pine City, MN plays -- Molly's Delicious, Orange Flower Water, The Pavilion and Melissa Arctic -- but they also do not appear to really have any unifying theme or shared characters.

A third loose quartet is the Quannapowitt Quartet, four one-act plays by Israel Horovitz set near Wakefield, MA.  Interestingly, they are designed to be paired with the Alfred Trilogy, which is a much tighter set of plays with a core character, Alfred Webber, also set in Wakefield, MA.  Now I've certainly never heard of any performances of these plays, and they seem to have essentially completely dropped out of the repertoire.  

In general, it is hard enough seeing specific plays that one is hoping to see that seeing a play cycle (and in the proper order!) is essentially impossible.  When I get around to discussing August Wilson, I have some specific comments about this.  I have to wonder if it is just an act of enormous hubris (and perhaps even a bit of contempt for any potential audience) to write a play cycle that simply will never be performed in its entirety.

I'll move next to the more thematically linked cycles.

I'm not entirely sure whether Seán O'Casey viewed his Dublin Trilogy as a true trilogy, or if they are grouped together simply because these tragicomedies set in Dublin or because they are the only O'Casey plays in print in North America (a slight exaggeration).  At any rate, the plays are The Shadow of a Gunman (1923), Juno and the Paycock (1924) and The Plough and the Stars (1926). When I skimmed Juno and the Paycock, I found myself loathing the character of Captain Jack so much that it is hard to image I will actually watch it.  I somehow missed Toronto Irish Players doing The Shadow of a Gunman, but I did manage to catch The Abbey Players on tour with a very interesting (and postmodern) production of The Plough and the Stars, which for my money is the best of the three plays.

Sam Shepard's Family Trilogy ranks fairly high up there, at least according to critics (personally I've never been much of a fan of Shepard's work). The trilogy includes Curse of the Starving Class (1976), Buried Child (1979), and True West (1980), although at least some critics contend that it is actually a quintet of plays, adding in Fool for Love (1983) and A Lie of the Mind (1985).  I do think most and perhaps all of these plays take place in Texas or certainly the American West writ large.

Perhaps inspired by Shepard, I'd say that Martin McDonagh's "Galway Trilogy" -- The Beauty Queen of Leenane, A Skull in Connemara and The Lonesome West -- focuses on characters deeply at odds with one another, and where familial bonds are too constricting, leading to conflict.  I'm pretty sure I had a chance to catch The Beauty Queen of Leenane, most likely in Chicago, but I just wasn't in the right frame of mind.  Of the three plays, the only one I think I would actually enjoy is A Skull in Connemara, so I'll keep an eye out for that one.

I'm not familiar with the Quiara Alegría Hudes's Elliot Trilogy, a triptych about war and addiction.  It is comprised of Elliot: A Soldier's Fugue, Water by the Spoonful and The Happiest Song Plays Last.  I suspect that these are actually linked through this Elliott character, but clearly I need to investigate more before passing any judgement.

Now I've reached the interlinked plays, which are for me the most interesting type of play cycle.

Arguably, the original Mystery Plays, such as those in the Wakefield or York Cycles, covering all the greatest hits from the Old Testament and then many, many episodes from the New Testament, have only a few characters carried over across the whole cycle (essentially God and Lucifer) but there is considerable thematic unity.

In the course of writing his history plays, Shakespeare actually produced a double tetralogy.  First, Richard II, Henry IV, Part 1, Henry IV, Part 2 and Henry V.  Then Henry VI, Parts 1-3 and Richard III.  Interestingly, Richard II is not seen nearly as often as Henry IV (Pts 1 and 2) and Henry V.  And Henry VI is almost never staged, but Richard III is very often performed.  I have not actually seen Richard II, but have seen all the others, though it was a truncated version of Henry VI that was squeezed into a single evening!

In terms of practicality, almost all productions of Eugene O'Neill's Mourning Becomes Electra (which is actually a trilogy - Homecoming, The Hunted, and The Haunted) are compressed into a single long play.  This is how I saw it staged in Chicago.

While I believe it is somewhat shorter, it appears that Stefano Massini's The Lehman Trilogy is generally intended to be performed in one evening.  This covers a huge swath of history, beginning with an immigrant family coming to America in the 1840s and leading up to the collapse of Lehman Brothers.  I'm not even sure this has made it to New York yet, but it's something that would likely interest me.

Tarell Alvin McCraney's The Brother/Sister Plays is three plays usually broken into two evenings, though it could be done in a single day.  The plays are The Brothers Size, In the Red and Brown Water, and Marcus, or the Secret of Sweet. I was able to see this done at Steppenwolf.  Last year, Soulpepper brought The Brothers Size to Toronto, though as far as I know, they didn't do the other two in the cycle. In general, I thought this was a powerful, provocative set of plays, but I strongly disliked the convention of having the characters read off most of their stage directions. I found it deeply alienating and quite frankly would probably be even more alienating to the audience that McCraney is presumably trying to reach than to a middle-class white audience used to such postmodern tics.

In terms of all day extravaganzas, I've made it through two. In Chicago, Beau O'Reilly put on all three parts of The Madelyn Trilogy over most of a day at the Atheneum Theatre in 2007.  The Coast of Utopia was the other.

Tom Stoppard's The Coast of Utopia Trilogy (Voyage, Shipwreck, and Salvage) tells the story of Russian intellectuals who paved the way for the Bolshevik revolution, focused most strongly on Alexander Herzen.  I knew as soon as I heard about it making waves in London and then New York, I would want to see it.  As far as I know, it has never played in Chicago.  I learned that Berkeley's Shotgun Players were starting to put on the plays one each year, and I wrote them and found out that the plan in two years' time was indeed to put on the entire trilogy, with a couple of days where they would do the entire thing in a marathon (just as was done in New York).  I marked my calendar and waited.  And then when the time came, I flew down from Vancouver, though I wasn't in fact the audience member that travelled the furthest to catch the shows!  It was a pretty amazing day of theatre and did live up to my expectations.  If I recall correctly, at least a few of the scenes from Shipwreck are told from a completely different perspective, filling in the action from Voyage.  But that is something you would probably only pick up on if watching or reading them in a very short amount of time.  Those of us who made it through the marathon got a button.  I actually located mine just a few weeks ago.  It is misplaced again, but when it turns up, I'll scan and add to the post. 

The Coast of Utopia would have been right up the old Soulpepper's alley, and I kept hoping it would make it to Toronto.  Now it won't fit at all with the new mandate at Soulpepper, and I find myself increasingly at odds with the company and will almost certainly never subscribe again.  I missed Alan Ayckbourn's The Norman Conquests Trilogy (1973) by a single season, and they have essentially dropped Ayckbourn from their repertoire entirely, so the only way I'll likely ever see this is on video unfortunately.  The plays cover one weekend, each set in a different part of Norman's sister-in-law Annie's house: the dining room (Table Manners), the living room (Living Together) and of course the garden (Round and Round the Garden).

I have no idea if Lanford Wilson's The Talley Trilogy (Fifth of July, Talley’s Folly and Talley and Sons) could be done in a single day or would benefit from such treatment.  

Apparently, the 9 one-acts in Robert Schenkkan's The Kentucky Cycle were indeed intended to be seen as a 6 hour extravaganza (or perhaps in two 3-hour blocks): Masters of the Trade,Courtship of Morning Star, The Homecoming, Ties That Bind, God's Great Supper, Tall Tales, Fire in the Hole, Which Side Are You On? and The War On Poverty make up the cycle.  Despite winning the Pulitzer Prize, this lasted less than a month on Broadway and was essentially consigned to the shadows of history by Angels in America.  Looking over the reviews, this looks like a series that I might read some day but probably would not seek out to actually watch in performance.

George F. Walker has quite a few linked plays.  His “film noir” Power Plays -- Gossip, Filthy Rich, and The Art of War -- all feature the anti-heroic detective Tyrone Power.  Then there is a trilogy about a family living in the East End -- Criminals in Love (1984), Better Living (1987) and Escape from Happiness (1991).  I saw Escape from Happiness at Alumnae Theatre and liked it quite a bit, and I keep hoping that the other two will pop up, or better still a company will try to program all of them in sequence.  Some critics include Better Living and Beautiful City thematically in this East End cycle, but they are definitely much more loosely linked.

Then there is the Bobby and Tina trilogy - Tough!, Moss Park and then a much later sequel The Damage Done.  I actually did see The Damage Done but was extremely frustrated that very poor publicity meant that I missed out on a chance to see a double bill of Tough! and Moss Park.  Much more recently, he has a new trilogy linked by location (a housing project, most likely on the East Side of Toronto): The Chance, Kill the Poor and Her Inside Life.  This is one that I have managed to see all the plays.

Finally, Walker has written Suburban Motel which is actually six one-act plays with a handful of linked characters.  While I have not had much luck catching this (with Ryerson screwing up my tickets), I believe I have seen 3 of the 6.  I figure once Canadian theatres start reopening, there is a moderate chance I'll be able to catch the Bobby and Tina trilogy (as it is often programmed as theatre aimed at teens) and perhaps gradually pick up the rest of Suburban Motel.  Here's hoping anyway.  

At this point, I am shifting to play cycles that most likely could not be seen even in a single marathon event.

First, there is Horton Foote's The Orphans' Home Cycle (Roots in a Parched Ground, Convicts, Lily Dale, The Widow Claire, Courtship, Valentine's Day, 1918, Cousins, and The Death of Papa).  This cycle is quite autobiographical and has many shared characters across the plays.  I recall several years back this was supposed to be reprinted in one or perhaps two volumes, but nothing ever came of it.

Second, there are a series of Canadian history plays called The History of the Village of the Small Huts by Michael Hollingsworth. Depending on how it is broken up and reconfigured there are up to 21 plays in the cycle: New France (Parts I-IV), The British (Parts I-IV), The Mackenzie Papineau Rebellion, Confederation, The Red River Rebellion, Canadian Pacific Scandal, The Saskatchewan Rebellion, Laurier, The Great War, The Life and Times of Mackenzie King, WWII, The Cold War, Trudeau & the FLQ, Trudeau & the PQ and The Life & Times Of Brian Mulroney.  These are put on exclusively by Toronto's Video Cabaret, as far as I know.  I've seen The Great War, the two Trudeau plays (so excellent) and a mashup of Confederation through The Saskatchewan Rebellion over two evenings.  They were supposed to do The Cold War last year, and assuming they survive the pandemic, I expect that's what they will pick up with.  Assuming I stay in Toronto and they stay in business, I likely will eventually catch all the plays in the cycle.  I did recommend to them that they try to do archival recordings of these shows, but that was a bit beyond their capabilities at the time.

Finally, finally, we come to August Wilson's The Pittsburgh Cycle where he managed to write 10 plays, one for each decade, representing the Black experience in the Twentieth Century.  I will list the plays by the decade that each represents:

  • Gem of the Ocean (1900s) 
  • Joe Turner's Come and Gone (1910s) 
  • Ma Rainey's Black Bottom (1920s)
  • The Piano Lesson (1930s) 
  • Seven Guitars (1940s) 
  • Fences (1950s) 
  • Two Trains Running (1960s) 
  • Jitney (1970s)
  • King Hedley II (1980s ) 
  • Radio Golf (1990s)

Clearly, this is a massive, massive achievement, but even for a company that wanted to devote an entire season to August Wilson, they most likely could only get halfway through the cycle.  I'm pretty sure I had the opportunity to see Gem of the Ocean and Radio Golf at the Goodman Theatre in Chicago, but I thought that because there are at least some connections between the plays, I would be better off trying to see them in sequence.  Looking back, that was somewhat foolish, and I definitely should have tried to catch Gem of the Ocean at least.  August Wilson productions definitely crop up quite frequently in Chicago, and I did see a staged reading of The Piano Lesson.  And I saw Soulpepper put on Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, though I have to admit I didn't really like the plot that much.*  This is a case where the most feasible way of experiencing the plays would be to just put on a series of staged readings (perhaps while waiting for quarantine to end...), but I know so very few Black actors in Toronto that it seems like a pipe dream.  In the meantime, I will try to sit down and read the plays in order (though it is surprisingly hard to put my hands on a copy of Radio Golf, at least until Robarts reopens to the general public).

Stepping back, I've had some success seeing all the plays in a cycle (most notably Stoppard and McCraney) but far more often I've only caught one or two plays out of a cycle.  For someone who goes to the theatre as much as I do, to have so little success in filling in these gaps (and then the frustration that ensues) really speaks to the questionable logic behind writing linked plays in the first place.


* While I didn't like this play much (mostly because I thought Ma Rainey treated her band quite shabbily), I see that Chadwick Boseman's last movie is going to be a Netflix production of Ma Rainey, and I'll probably eventually watch it out of respect for him.  On a slightly more disappointing note, I see that I could have caught the revamped production of Jitney at the Goodman Theatre in 1999, not long before we moved to Brooklyn.  I don't really have a good explanation for skipping over the various Goodman productions of Wilson's plays, other than wanting to see them in the "right order."  It may well be one of the biggest lost opportunities of my theatre-going career.

Monday, October 12, 2020

Two Busy Weekends

I am really torn between recreating a series of blog posts I had planned to write over the past week (only in my head unfortunately) or jumping ahead to my most recent thoughts on Toronto life, now that we are being rolled back to Stage 2 lite (no indoor dining, no indoor bars and no gym!).  Maybe I'll see if I can pull off a bit of a hybrid.

Floating over all of the events of the past couple of weeks was the suspicion that, due to the sharp increase in COVID-19 cases in the GTA, we were going to see restrictions come in.  I was (and continue to be) somewhat peeved that the Toronto medical officer wouldn't impose restrictions on her own (with Tory's backing) and kept trying to make the Province wear the coat.  I mean if she really means what she says and that everything but essential travel should be ruled out, then she really should use all the tools at her disposal.  The Premiere said that she (or rather Toronto acting on her advice) could close down restaurants and so forth.  And definitely Toronto can roll back the library openings or even close down the swimming pools.  But they haven't, which makes it hard to take her seriously.  And probably more damning is that there is still too much secrecy over where infections are being spread.  It seems 44% are in restaurant and bar settings, so it seems you can make a strong case that these have to be shut down - and unfortunately probably not reopened until a vaccine arrives. But have there really been many cases caught in gyms or indoor health classes?  I don't know, but I don't think so, so it really does seem like overkill, or operating on some weird precautionary principle (I think these places are more dangerous because of all the extra huffing and puffing of the gym rats, but I can't actually prove it).  Frankly, I feel that Ontario and Toronto politicians and officials have let us down by not being more prepared for the second wave (and not building up the necessary testing and tracing ability), as well as not being nearly as convincing this time around, which will make it that much harder to get public buy-in, when #1) people are thoroughly sick of the restrictions in their lives and #2) there is real economic hardship any time the restrictions are increased.  I could go on for pages about COVID, so let me switch back to what I have actually been up to over the past two weekends.

Two Saturdays ago, I managed to get myself up and get to the gym around 7 am.  (The day before I had gone to the mall to pick up some things from Home Depot including a new fire extinguisher for the kitchen, as I found out while taking it down to paint around it it had expired long ago!  There was a short line to get into the gym, so I just bailed.)  I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and get back into shape, though I don't think it is so much about the exercise as just eating better (less snacking and much smaller lunches -- in this I am not at all helped by the fact that Tim Hortons and McCafe have discontinued their yogurt parfaits, which was my go to lunch most days when dieting more strictly).  Then I came home and did the big weekend grocery shopping.  Then around 12:30, I was able to join my son at the mall (and even managed to get my daughter to come along), so that we could run over to Staples and get photos taken for the immigration process.  Even though I'm fairly sure that Biden will win and things will sort of return to normal in the States (aside from the Supreme Court being yanked to the right to the degree it will be impossible to overcome without packing the Court), I am so thoroughly disenchanted with the hard core 40% of Americans who still support Trump (frankly scumbags to the core) that I have no interest in being part of their society any longer (or even visiting that often).  The photo session wrapped up around 1:30 or so, and having gotten so much done in the morning, the fact I had any time left over was just gravy (in the words of Raymond Carver).

At that point, I cycled over to the Ryerson Image Centre and then down to work for a while.  I believe I made it home in time to replace one more board in the deck, but I am not entirely certain of the timing of that.  I do know that I probably should have gotten at least some of the taping done in the kitchen, but I was (understandably) kind of wiped out by this point.

So it fell to Sunday to do all the really hard work.  I think it probably took 2-3 hours to get all the taping done and then somewhat longer to prime the kitchen walls.  It essentially did take up all of Sunday, though I did run back to the mall to get a small paint sampler and my daughter needed something, but I can't recall what that was.  I wanted to paint a couple of small patches to make sure that people were ok with the new colour before I thoroughly committed.  (I don't love the new colour, but I hated the old colour and this is much better.)

This meant I had to go back to Home Depot on Monday evening to get the rest of the paint and put up the first coat. 




I did get lucky that the paint was mixed with some primer and coated pretty evenly, so I only had to paint it once (plus the primer on Sunday).  I was pretty sure it was going to take two coats, but it actually looks pretty good with just the one.  It took about 4 hours, and I was pretty weary at work on Tuesday...

I didn't have that much to do in the middle of the week, but I did notice that the local raccoon had torn up yet one more board while searching for insects.  I was thoroughly P.O.'ed.  After work on Friday, I managed to go off and get the groceries for the week (assuming that the stores would be pretty backed up on the weekend).  I was in a pretty bad mood as the restrictions had come down finally, and all the gyms in Toronto were closing at midnight.  I debated going in for one last workout at 9:30 or 10 pm, but decided that, with everyone else having the same idea, it was likely going to be more crowded than was really comfortable.

So it will just be the biking as my main exercise from now on.  Sat. I biked in to work and managed to make some headway on the immigration application and wrapped up final edits on a slightly overdue book review.  I also managed to get home in time to replace that one board, having one remaining spare board from when we brought all the lumber over the bridge.  I also painted the whole upper, upper deck with stain to make this less appealing to raccoons looking for snacks.  I'm sure I'll need to replace a few more boards next year, and probably have to sand and restain the upper and middle deck, but this should at least get me through the winter.

I took a close look at the restrictions, and they are pretty broad -- all performing arts venues are closed down (so those folks that had won the "lottery" to see Angela Hewitt are out of luck after all and Mirvish's new experiment to do a sound installation of Saramago's Blindness is also going to put out of commission).  However, it says that museums with interactive components will be shut down (so the Ontario Science Centre and large parts of the ROM).  It was silent on other museums, and most of the them planned on being open (until explicitly forced to shut down), so I decided to follow the letter (if not the spirit) of the shutdown.  I figured that there won't be many more days before they were told to shut down as well, at least if the cases keep increasing, and the weather was going to turn fairly soon as well.  So my son and I biked off to the AGO Sunday morning and saw the Diane Arbus exhibit* and also the new contemporary exhibit showcasing Haegue Yang's work.  Perhaps ironically, my favourite image from the Arbus exhibit was one devoid of people.

Diane Arbus, Empty Snack Bar N.Y.C., 1957

We grabbed a slice of pizza, eating it in the park as the in-store dining was out obviously.  Then we biked back home.  I had just enough time to take my daughter to the mall to do some clothes shopping, and I tried to decompress the rest of the evening.

I haven't done all that much today, but there are some small chores, like trying to fix up the bedframe, that I am taking on.  Mostly, I'd like to try to finally wrap up this report for work and get back into the immigration system, so I can get this citizenship application mailed off next week.  It appears that the deadline for SFYS has been moved back another week, and I didn't miss it after all, so I'll definitely try to do some creative writing after being sidelined for a while.

As I indicated, I've been pretty busy, but at least I don't have these major chores hanging over my head any longer.  And with that I think I'll close this post.

 

* I'm glad I actually read most of the text from the Harper's article The Full Circle.  I was going to say that Seth cribbed directly from the William Mack piece where he was quoted: “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken but you are bound to weaken one day.”  But then it turns out Mack himself was apparently riffing off of a Gene Byrnes's cartoon called It's a Great Life If You Don't Weaken, which was popular among American soldiers during the first World War.

Friday, October 2, 2020

Here We Go Again

For the moment, cases in Ontario seem to have levelled off very slightly, but they are still on the rise in Toronto.  This is incredibly depressing and stressful.  Nonetheless, the incidence of new cases is still very uneven throughout the city, and new cases in Riverdale/Leslieville are still quite rare fortunately.  Though I did see there was one case in Leslieville Jr Public School, which will have to be monitored.

There has been a bit of a run on paper towels again, though for the moment toilet paper supplies are holding up.  I'm really hoping not to return to the days when the lines to get into the grocery store stretched out across the entire parking lot.

The biggest question of course is how many schools are going to be shut down, and if this experiment is given up.  It looks like my daughter finally has a permanent French teacher and is doing those lessons.  However, it turns out that my son's accounting teacher is not going to be the "permanent" teacher and may not be able to provide any marks.  What a mess!  I realize it is even worse for children in French immersion, many of whom were kicked out of their programs with no recourse.  I guess the question is how they account for this at the end of the year.  Given that learning in this environment is going to be impaired, how will they give out marks (and will colleges and universities even trust them)?  Again, this speaks to the need to probably repeat this year after a vaccine is available, and just treat this as an experiment in maintaining children's mental health.

I'm assuming there will be more restrictions coming, particularly in Toronto.*  I wouldn't be at all surprised if gyms and movie theatres and concert halls have to cut back even further to 25 people.  This will probably force RCM to scrap their Angela Hewitt concert, but I'll call tomorrow and see what the story is (and whether my tickets will be honoured or not).  I suspect that people are expecting the gyms to scale back as well.  I finally made it over to the mall on Wed. to take care of a few other things and go to the gym (I didn't feel I really had to go on the days I was pounding out the boards in the deck), and there was a line-up.  This is the first I've seen in a while, and while I probably would have been able to get in within 30 minutes, I just was so discouraged and generally fed up, I just went home.  I was making slow progress on losing the extra weight I've picked up during the crisis, but at this point my low-level depression is getting a bit deeper, and I just can't face up to this, on top of everything else (the dark evenings and the possibility that this virus will never end).  I am still biking to work about 4 days a week, and I'll try to do that as long as I can, though the dark evenings are starting to spook me a bit (last night it was sprinkling a bit, which I was not expecting and did not appreciate).

I've already mentioned how I am pretty sick of on-line music and decided not to sign up for Tafelmusik's opening on-line concert.  I'm just slightly more open to on-line theatre (though I have completely stopped following The Show Must Go On-Line and the Plays in the House guys).  It looks like next Tuesday there is a potentially interesting play on Zoom, and then probably the second Monday of Oct. will be another SFYS.  I have a couple of ideas I really need to get down on paper (one about a budding romance in a deserted food court and then one about speed-dating that is not COVID-related), so this is a good reminder.  Maybe I can carve out some time over the weekend.

And in a very strange way of history repeating itself, Trump has caught the coronavirus, just like Boris Johnson (his acolyte).  I am a terrible person, as I hope he suffers very badly and frankly I do hope he doesn't pull through.  I don't think he will emerge from this as a chastened or wiser person (certainly within a couple of weeks Boris was back to his old ways), learning anything from this experience (he is simply incapable of positive personal growth), so the best outcome would be a lengthy hospitalization that would force the debates to be cancelled (I'm sure Pence would relish this way out from debating Kamala Harris).  In a sense, it would be a way for him to step away (and have Pence pardon him for "everything" that could land in a federal court) and save face (and he's all about the saving face).  So we'll see how this plays out, but all I can say is finally!  I only wish it had happened last week, causing so much turmoil that he wasn't able to nominate Amy Coney Barrett to the Supreme Court.  But who knows, maybe a couple of Republican Senators will also have the virus** and they have to shut down the hearings.  Here's hoping.


* There is only a small notice on the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts' website that they are effectively closed down by the province from Oct 1-28, and apparently they are still booking tickets through Nov. for their post-Impressionism exhibit.  Wishful thinking at this point.  I guess if I had know exactly how this all was going to play out, I would have just rented a car in July and gone out there, but hindsight...

** There are reports that Trump met (maskless naturally) quite recently with Pence and McConnell and Barrett herself, so it will be a very interesting time, especially if Trump really does end up in the hospital and perhaps Pence himself is out of commission for a few days.  Then Pelosi steps in.  Poetic justice for sure.


Sunday, September 27, 2020

Home Renos

Home renovation is very much on my mind, as I have just completed the deck make-over.  I'll write more about this in an upcoming post, but it is fair to say I am extremely sore and am wondering if maybe I should have enlisted more help.

While our house was basically move-in ready when we took it five years ago, there were a few changes we made right away and then a few other things that have needed to be done with time.  This list won't be 100% chronological, but it's mostly to help remember the main things that got done.

After buying the house, the real estate agent's husband helped upgrade a few electric boxes and put in a proper two-way light switch at the top and bottom of the stairway to the basement.  I also disassembled a huge desk unit thing and moved it from the back of the house to the front.  I painted two rooms right away (my daughter's and the back office) and then a few months went by and I painted the small bathroom on the main floor.  While the rest of the family was away, I upgraded the rotating fan/light fixture in the dining room.  Or rather I would have managed it, but I simply could not find the ground wire, so I ultimately brought in a handyman and electrician.  It wasn't a complete waste, as they also fixed up the closet light, which wasn't wired properly.  At the same time, I had them try to seal off the area under the porch from raccoons (which seemed to have worked for maybe a year or two, but now I need to up my game!) and install a handrail for the stairs down into the basement and reinforce the stairs as some of the risers were loose(!).  (The house is pretty close to 100 years old and is not up to code in lots of ways.)  A bit of the painting saga is discussed here.

I believe it was towards the end of year 1 when the washing machine went out and had to be replaced.  The unit was still fairly new and certainly should have held up a few more years.  I actually had to dismantle the door to get it into the basement!

It was fairly early on when I replaced the light fixture in the back office with one of those LED lights.  Never again!  It flickers all the time, and while this may be a function of crappy wiring back here, I am going to have to replace the entire unit, so I'll go back to a more traditional unit with light bulbs.  I may well do that this late fall or over the winter.

It looks like I stained the deck in two phases over the summer of 2016.  The top part was probably more critical, and I did enlist the kids to help to some extent...  Then the family went off to Chicago in the later part of the summer, and I finally got around to staining the bottom deck, though I probably should not have tried to match the stain from the upper part.  At any rate, that summer, while family was away I brought the handymen back to try to put a handrail in going up to the 2nd floor.  I was basically expecting to have to knock down the wall and rebuild it, but it turns out it was actually possible to put the railing right along the top.  So that was a lot less work in the end, and it turned out pretty well.  (Some of the details are here.)

I can't remember any major, major expenditures in 2017, though there must have been something.  There always is.  (Actually I read a post that confirmed I didn't have to do much in 2017 other than work on the gates and install a porch light.)  We did have the furnace go out in Dec. 2017, and it took a while for it to be fixed.

The summer of 2018, I started rebuilding the upper deck, a few boards at a time.  This was a pretty major effort, discussed in some detail here.  I think the A/C pretty much died at the end of the year, but we run it so rarely that we didn't think that much about it.  I did a makeover of the front yard, getting rid of the grass and starting to plant various spreading plants.  I wouldn't say it's quite where I would like it (still too much to weed!), but maybe another bag or two of mulch would help.

Then 2019 came along and was the real killer in terms of expenses.  We had tried to get the A/C unit fixed, but it was basically an antique, and it was impossible to get anyone to service it.  We decided that we would take advantage of a sale and got a new furnace/AC unit at the same time.  Then we finally got around to having the roof redone, having put that off a few years.  The roofer said it wouldn't be safe to add yet another layer of shingles (there were something like 4 layers piled on top of each other), so they tore them all off.  We had slowly been strategizing how to prepare the basement to turn it into a bedroom for my daughter (as her room was really quite small), and one key step (though perhaps not an obvious one) was to add a bathroom down there.  It's actually quite a nice bathroom, but it cost me a huge amount of storage space, and I am still sorting through the ramifications of that.  As if that weren't enough, the dishwasher gave out towards the end of the year, and we had to get a new one installed.  One thing I was able to do on my own was to replace the ceiling fan in the kitchen (it had a fluorescent ring light that kept getting unplugged and was ultimately a big hassle).

It took me quite a long time in 2020 (even with mostly working from home from March on) to get rid of the rest of the junk in the basement to allow my daughter to move in.  Three bookcases moved upstairs!  On the positive side, I am much more likely to remember to attempt reading these books in some kind of sequence, but my spaces up here do feel cluttered now.  And before she took possession, she asked for the walls to be painted white.  She also wanted the carpet torn up and replaced with laminate or something comparable, but we drew the line at that.

We had severe rains this summer (in between gruelling hot weeks), and at some point, rain started coming in through one of the windows in the basement.  It's actually somewhat fortunate that the vast majority of my stuff had been relocated (aside from some notebooks that I am trying to scan before they get totally moldy) and my daughter hadn't moved anything in.  There was then a week wasted while we tried to decide if it was from the A/C piping or the furnace, but then someone from the insurance company came by and said it was definitely from the window.  Now TD Insurance has decided not to honor the claim, and then the restoration firm vanished on me, even though we would have paid.  It has been extremely, extremely difficult to get workmen to come in, though we eventually got someone in to repair the dishwasher (not promising in that it was only about six months old) and finally we got someone else in to help clean up the damage in the basement and take care of a few other things, like adding even more bolts to the stairs to the basement.  He also helped fix a toilet that had been running for quite a long time (leading to a huge water bill) and recaulked the window well (and said that there was no real need to put in glass block instead of a standard window).  He noticed that there was water damage in the mud room (and we just had a roofer come back to fix that and stop the leaking), and he recommended that one of the drain pipes be redirected, which we'll try to have done next week.

I believe I mentioned that I managed to fix a lock (to the mud room) that no longer locked properly.  Today I added another board underneath the Little Free Library, so that won't collapse.  And of course I switched out 16 boards on the deck (probably just about half of the upper deck has been replaced between the 2018 reno job and now), which was a massive effort, as I alluded to at the top of the post.  Hopefully the last major task for the year will be painting the kitchen, which I'll be starting fairly soon.  And now I've exhausted myself, just reminding myself how much has gone into the house over the past five years...