I wish I could get excited about graphic novels. I looked at Maus many years ago and tried to get into it. I couldn’t. I didn’t like having prefab images put my own imagination on hold. I didn’t like the lack of complexity that I enjoy so much in a literary novel (no graphics). It was like watching tv in print. Everything is oversimplified. Reduced to its lowest common denominator. (more…)
Since the holidays, I’ve been thinking of gifts and their multiple natures. There are gifts that feel free of coercion, not purchasedfor a particular occasion like a birthday or a religious holiday. They’re just simple, natural expressions of affection and friendship. The sweet peas my friend Solace brought me some time ago with the used book on my hometown Calgary seem in that category. Spontaneous. She came across the book while browsing in a used bookstore for something for herself. The flowers were for my then 93-year old mother, an acknowledgment of her age and person.