This year is Canada's 150th birthday. I don't remember the celebrations of its centennial, but I do remember hearing about it. I think it would be interestng to look back at what has changed about Canada since 1967. I'm pretty sure that there is much that has not changed, which is a sad thing.
In thinking about the 150th of Canada, I thought it would be a good time to read more books by Canadian authors, whether fiction or non-fiction. As a Canadian who loves to read, I think it's a good idea to read what my country produces. I know a lot of people don't like Canadian fiction, and I understand that. There are certain kinds of fiction I don't like, too.
I put together a wishlist of various fiction books I want to read, most by authors who are well-established: Margaret Atwood, Farley Mowatt, Alice Munro, Joseph Boyden, and Roberston Davies. I added a book by Gabrielle Roy, because I remember reading some of her works in high school. I also looked specifically for up and coming Canadian authors. I don't remember exactly how I found it, but I saw a description of a book called The Break, by Katherena Vermette. I was drawn to the book because it is set in the north end of Winnipeg, a place where I lived for four years, although not in the exact place Vermette's characters live.
Vermette is Métis, and that also drew my interest, because my great-grandmother was Métis. Also, the struggle of Indigenous women in Canada has become an issue which has drawn attention in the last few years, as there are sobering statistics regarding the disappearance of many of them.
I started The Break right after reading Hillbilly Elegy. The contrast was positively striking, although Vance's book also deals with a poverty stricken group of people. The difference, as well as the reality that one work is fiction and the other memoir, is in the prose. While I enjoyed Vance's book, I was not drawn in by the prose as I am with Vermette's writing. It is beautiful prose, despite depicting a very harsh world. I enjoyed the prose of Hillbilly Elegy more in its initial chapters. The end felt like neither memoir nor explication of the issue of poverty, and it felt rushed. Vermette writes in a much different style. I love fiction which I just can't put down, and last night, that was the case. The characters are rich and real. I hope that the other books I have on my wishlist will prove to be as enriching.
Canada is home. It is where God, in his sovereignty, placed me. It is not a perfect country, but we will enjoy none of those until the final ushering in of God's kingdom. In the meantime, I will enjoy what my country has produced in the way of good reading.