Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Performer Bios: Marguerite Pigeon writes poetry and fiction. Her first book, Inventory, a collection of 58 object poems, appeared this spring with Anvil Press. She also recently completed a novel called Open Pit. Originally from Blind River, Northern Ontario (of Neil Young fame), she currently lives in Vancouver where she works as an editor. Her first poem about a bruised banana was great, then things got a little angry. The poetry was good. Then her excerpt from her book was...um...a little...choppy. Keep in mind I'm an expert of nothing, but her novel--while sounding interesting--was a bit choppy and distracted with it's flow.
Thomas Trofimuk is a Canadian writer of poetry and fiction. His first two novels; The 52nd Poem and Doubting Yourself to the Bone were both critically acclaimed. His third book, Waiting for Columbus, was released in August 2009 in the US and Canada, and will be published in the UK, Serbia, Poland and Brazil in 2010. He lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada with his wife and daughter. This novel sounded very interesting and humorous.
“A man arrives at an insane asylum in contemporary Spain claiming to be the legendary navigator Christopher Columbus. Who he really is, and the events that led him to break with reality, lie at the center of this captivating, romantic, and stunningly written novel.
Found in the treacherous Strait of Gibraltar, the mysterious man who calls himself Columbus appears to be just another delirious mental patient, until he begins to tell the “true” story of how he famously obtained three ships from Spanish royalty.
It’s Nurse Consuela who listens to these fantastical tales of adventure and romance, and tries desperately to make sense of why this seemingly intelligent man has been locked up, and why no one has come to visit. As splintered fragments of the man beneath the façade reveal a charming yet guarded individual, Nurse Consuela can’t avoid the inappropriate longings she begins to feel. Something terrible caused his break with reality and she can only listen and wait as Columbus spins his tale to the very end.
In the tradition of The Story of Edgar Sawtelle and The Dogs of Babel, this unforgettable novel mines the darkest recesses of loss and the extraordinary capacity of the human spirit. It is an immensely satisfying novel that will introduce Thomas Trofimuk to readers who will want to hear his voice again and again.”Sarah and I had a great time at the reading. There are readings every month, I think we shall go when ever we can. Sarah got her copy of Waiting for Columbus signed, she is now officially star struck. LOL!! Kidding Sarah...ha ha...kidding. Ummm...please don't hurt me. LOL!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I pin a red poppy to the collar of my jacket. I think about all the military men and women over the years that I've had the pleasure of knowing. Today is a tribute to them and the sacrifices they've made in the past and present. To our troops who are away from their loved ones, to those who will soon depart, and to those that never returned home: thank you.
In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. — Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
Sunday, November 8, 2009
After a long bus ride we caught a train downtown (took almost two hours >_<) and walked around a bit before we had dinner at an East side Mario's. We then got completely lost trying to find the C Lounge. We walked in every logical direction until we stopped, asked for help, and were finally pointed in the right direction.
"Wait a minute, we were going that way when the numbers started decreasing. We turned around and came this way but the numbers started decreasing again. Are you sure that's the right way?" I asked the security guard.
"Yeah, it's a little confusing. Downtown's kinda messed up." He said. Sarah and I hobbled down the street in our high heels cursing civil engineers everywhere.
It was a Greek themed party and all the staff were dressed in togas. I got a chance to thank the publisher, and say a few words. Met a lot of interesting people including actors, movie directors, writers, project managers, and others. It was fun. The entertainment for the night was a performance by the Samba Squad. I LOVE samba! We had a blast.
My first book signing!
The night drew to a close and the club emptied. Sarah and I caught a cab back to the hotel. We stayed up talking about the evening and the opportunities that presented themselves. Sarah is also a writer. We watched movies until 3am, ordered room service for some late night a la mode chocolate fudge cake and split it as we chatted and laughed.
It was one good night!!