While I'm cleaning (okay tidying) my room. I am putting the books to the side that I have read versus the ones I have not gotten to yet.
I've been on a Canadian Kick lately.
Every book has left me both disturbed in ways and yet thinking "This image is beautiful."
My conclusion: Canadian Literature is disturbed and beautiful. This reflects the unresolved issues both the authors and the country has with its past and the idea that we are fully multicultural. Fully accepting. This repression and over sensitivity towards being tolerant has mutated into a deep seeded cultural affliction.
Or maybe tidying is just getting to me.