More: A Novel
ISBN: 9780887623530 Global Overview for this book
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There oughta be a program.
Of course no program will work unless you want to be helped!
And that was among my first thoughts as I read this novel, "Isn't this all just a little trite?" This is Canada for heaven's sake, in my view one of the nicest, most tolerant, multicultural countries in the world. I live in Winnipeg, home to Folklorama. We embrace other cultures, curious about the food, the music, the fashion, the customs of people not originally from this country. I had a hard time believing that Idora would feel uncomfortable on the bus as she rode though other neighbourhoods, frightened by the young hoods on the train, compelled to whiten her face with make-up.
"Blang! Blang! Buh-lang!"
But then I remembered the fellow who drives the shuttlebus for my car dealership. He has a professional degree from his own country and cannot get work in his field here. He told me about his worries for his wife who, unlike him, has not learned to speak English and who feels isolated and just wants to go home even though he says it is very dangerous there. And of working three jobs to be able maintain their little house and at the same time send his kids to private school and when I asked him why private school when we have a very good public school system, I sent my children to public school, he said it was to keep them out of gangs. Yet he worries that the gangs have found them anyway.
And I thought about the Immigrant Women's group with whom I've talked and how while they're interested in all manner of "Canadian" things like what level of physical discipline is permitted by the law, inevitably the talk turns to how everyone is going to get safely home that night.
And I thought about the staggering number of aboriginal and non-aboriginal gangs in Winnipeg and how those such as the Mad Kowz recruit from immigrants in the inner city. In fact, Googling gang activity in Winnipeg, found me at a white supremest site reading comments about the value of "just letting them at each other" and how Haitians are the worst because "even all other Blacks hate them."
"Blang! Blang! Buh-lang!"
So I climbed into bed with Idora for four days and nights, well three and a half nights really, and rode the bus and the train with her, and put on make-up and picked out outfits and had a few drinks and some smokes and watched hockey and laughed and looked in the mirror at our reflections and talked about our thrildren and wept, and dared to hope.
A remarkable book, one I will not soon forget.
In the "You're in Canada Now" prize box and off to KarmelK today. Hope you enjoy it KK.