This was supposed to be my summer reading list. It was curated in May, during a lovely half hour of browsing at Cover To Cover in Winnipeg, one of those wonderful used bookstores that is also a comic shop, which means the books are catalogued with a collector’s meticulous attention to insignificant detail: John Saul paperbacks stacked according to the colour of type on the spine; John le Carré novels arranged by geography, Europe to Africa to Asia to America—or maybe that was just my imagination. Nonetheless, the place smells like a wood-panelled, shag-carpeted basement—which is, I think you’ll agree, how all used bookstores should smell.
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Who's Reading What? with Jared Young
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This was supposed to be my summer reading list. It was curated in May, during a lovely half hour of browsing at Cover To Cover in Winnipeg, one of those wonderful used bookstores that is also a comic shop, which means the books are catalogued with a collector’s meticulous attention to insignificant detail: John Saul paperbacks stacked according to the colour of type on the spine; John le Carré novels arranged by geography, Europe to Africa to Asia to America—or maybe that was just my imagination. Nonetheless, the place smells like a wood-panelled, shag-carpeted basement—which is, I think you’ll agree, how all used bookstores should smell.
Who's Reading What? with Joan Thomas
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I watch quite a bit of junk television, but I'm never tempted by the sort of book people call "a beach read." When I'm working hard at my own writing, especially, I am really picky. Maybe I'm afraid banal sentences are contagious.
In June I spent a few weeks in Ecuador, where my new novel is set. I came home with my head swimming, and now I'm trying hard to hammer out the last 100 pages of my book. So I'm not reading a lot except for memoirs and other books that pertain to my story.
Who's Reading What? with Michelle Butler Hallett
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One glimpse at Anton's eyes, and I fell in love. That's all it took. I knew him only by reputation; his eyes worked the rest — intrigued me, charmed me. Of course, I'm married, and he's, well, dead, so no tryst. Still, the eyes of Dr Anton Pavlovich Chekhov: concern, fatigue, compassion, and pain glimmer there.
One would hope to find such eyes on a doctor, as well as on a playwright and story writer.
Who's Reading What? with Ian Weir
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To celebrate the summer of 2017, we are pleased to present an ongoing series of reading recommendations/reminiscences by Goose Lane authors past and present.
Today: Ian Weir (Will Starling)
The sale of souls to the devil seems to have shaped up as the dominant theme in my summer reading. This wasn’t exactly intentional, but here we seem to be.
Each summer I vow to read at least one or two of the books that are so classic that I’m humiliated to admit that I’ve never read them. Don’t ask me about War and Peace, okay? Maybe next summer.
Who's Reading What? with Darryl Whetter
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I certainly don’t feel that summer reading is or should be ‘lighter’ than other reading, though I have been seasonally-inspired in the last few years to prefer a good door-stopping novel from late November into December as we Canadians watch the sunlight slink away. Reading should always be pleasurable, not just in summer. Although generally suspect of nostalgia, I do have one regret about summer reading (or, more properly, its demise). Our collective shift into absolutely ubiquitous wireless coverage and cellphone use means that only those wealthy or rural enough to enjoy physical isolation can any longer associate reading on a beach or dock with just the sounds of water, ice cubes and pages turning.
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