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[felis_ultharus]

I keep thinking it's a special day of some sort, but I can't put my finger on it. October 14 -- seems familiar. I know it was 39 years to the day that the Montreal metro was inaugurated. And 424 years after a day which did not take place, thanks to a certain pope.

Nope, can't put my finger on it.

But if I've forgotten anyone's birthday, do forgive me :p

I have barely left the house for three days, allowing myself recovery time. I wrote (of course), cleaned, played video games, poked through old journals.

I am re-reading Alias Grace for a class, and though I like the book, I'm not rushing myself; I've read it before. I did get my diabetes test yesterday, but it'll be some time before I have the results (two weeks maximum -- they'll call). Landlord has rent money, so that is well as well.

There is a lovely rainstorm outside. I'm quite enjoying it.

Yes, it's montrealais's birthday today. Happy Birthday!

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[em-fish.livejournal.com]

Oh my I was so busy celebrating the Little Princess' birthay, I almost forgot that the Big Princess was born today as well.
(sends waves of cosmic love to Spain)
Foi is going to show up any minute and spit on your copy of Alias Grace, you realize.

I love rainstorms and I'm feeling merry. Happy Metro/Montrealais day!

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

Alias Grace may be Atwood's worst. However, this puts it as better than most writers' best. Atwood's has talent for making the potentially disasterous work (hell, she's the one-woman saviour of CanLit, it sometimes seems). She made Susanna Moodie seem interesting in Journals of Susanna Moodie, and written sincerely about Canadian politics without being tedious.

Writing enjoyable Canadian historical fiction was much more difficult to pull off. I don't think I've ever seen anyone else manage it as well as she had. Part of the problem, though, is that her Grace Marks is a little boring. She had to be, as Atwood tries to avoid portraying her as a lurid thrillseeking axe murderer, so the alternative is to make her a fairly conventional housekeeper whose life takes a bad turn, but who remains fundamentally more committed to quilting and potatos.

I like it, though it is much more slow-moving than Atwood's other work. It could have been trimmed down, but by drawing it out Atwood reinforces the Victorian authenticity -- it reads like a novel of the period.

Unfortunately, she gets the Victorian novel a little too perfect.

[montrealais.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeee :) thanks, babe.

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday again. Looking forward to seeing you very soon ^_^