Last week, I had a fit of Giller Guilt, a uniquely Canadian (I think) syndrome whereby one feels the affliction from not reading good Canuckian literature.
Look, I’ve tried. I’ve read Atwood (didn’t appreciate it), and tried both Ricci and Vassanji (didn’t finish them). I have gotten through some Raulston Saul, though, but this is non-fiction.
So last week, I decided to buy the new Giller Prize winner, David Bergen’s The TIme In Between.
(And no, I haven’t read any reviews or synopses.)
What do I know so far? Well, it won the Giller, man. Mind you, it’s now known as the Scotiabank Giller Prize. That’s got to say something, yeh? I also know that it’s (at least partially) set in Vietnam, a place that I’d like to visit sometime. I also suspect it’s set in Canada, since (I suspect) the main character is a former Canadian who faught in Vietnam.
Now then, what’s up with these postings? Frankly I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll comment on particular chapters as I finish them, wonder aloud about why certain things are happening the way they are, or criticize the motivations of the characters. Or else I’ll sheepishly admit that I’m not getting through it.
I’m hoping that you, my loyal audience (oh, the hubris!) won’t let me.
So let’s see what happens, shall we?
Some introductory questions, as I head into Chapter un…
- What time period does “the time in between” refer to?
- What’s the role of bicycles?
- Will the love interest be hot?
- Will I feel uplifted or or let down? IOW, will it be Hollywood?
- Will by the end of this ordeal, be able to spell Giller without writing GIller, and fixing it first?
Okay – time to read.
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