Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Alone, in a classroom
The one criticism I have of this novel is that it can be really disjointed at times. I had to wonder whom the story was about at certain points, and whether or not we were in Saskatchewan, and back in the Ottawa Valley. Some parts of this novel I enjoyed more, and some parts I thought were a bit odd. All in all, a very satisfying read that I suspect will stay with me.
I read a comment that likened Hay to Margaret Laurence or Alice Munro, in which their novels elevate ordinary lives in to extraordinary stories. I would agree with this - this isn't a novel of sweeping events, this is a novel of interwoven lives and families. Some details are sparse, and others are richly described.
Aside from reading and trying to capture an opinion, I am finally on a bit of a break. Holidays are somewhat disjointed this year, and this officially a "staycation". I am thrilled about it - I am happy to explore our local parks and beaches, and see these things through my kids eyes. It is strange moving back to a place you knew as a kid, sprouted wings from, flew away from, only to come back to roost. I have grown, as has our new home town. Today we are going to head out to a spray park out in the valley. One close to a place I lived 25 years ago. I hope that that mozzies are not too terrible, since I know it is near the river and in the woods. I am enjoying the first moments of the day - the quiet before everyone is going and wants to move. My coffee is warm, and the morning is perfectly cool. I love the fleeting moments during the heat of summer when the weather is amazing, but the mornings start off with a bit of a chill and you know it is a matter of time before everything is almost oppressively hot.