Timothy Findley is haunting me
Oops... this has been sitting in my draft pile for a while
For my OAC Canadian Lit class, I chose Timothy Findley as my author for the ISP (Independent Study Project). I read Not Wanted on the Voyage and Pilgrim. I had previously never read any of his work but since that project he has been one of my favourite writers and Pilgrim my favourite novel.
There have been several odd occurances while reading his different novels. Many I attribute to the fact that Findley often refers to Southwestern Ontario in his novels and so there is an odd familiarity and eeriness when I know the places he writes about.
Summer 2002 I was exited to get around to reading his latest novel, Spadework. June 22, 2002 to be precise. Early the next day on the news I heard that Timothy Findley had died June 22.
Nothing quite as notable has happened as I have made my way through his remaining books, rationing them out since they are few and finite. That is, until earlier this week. I've been reading Headhunter this summer. One evening I was watching a TVO special on Modigliani (wait for it, this is relevant). I'm familiar with his more famous paintings but have never heard or seen much about him. After turning off the tv, I went to read in bed for a bit before turning in for the night.
For my OAC Canadian Lit class, I chose Timothy Findley as my author for the ISP (Independent Study Project). I read Not Wanted on the Voyage and Pilgrim. I had previously never read any of his work but since that project he has been one of my favourite writers and Pilgrim my favourite novel.
There have been several odd occurances while reading his different novels. Many I attribute to the fact that Findley often refers to Southwestern Ontario in his novels and so there is an odd familiarity and eeriness when I know the places he writes about.
Summer 2002 I was exited to get around to reading his latest novel, Spadework. June 22, 2002 to be precise. Early the next day on the news I heard that Timothy Findley had died June 22.
Nothing quite as notable has happened as I have made my way through his remaining books, rationing them out since they are few and finite. That is, until earlier this week. I've been reading Headhunter this summer. One evening I was watching a TVO special on Modigliani (wait for it, this is relevant). I'm familiar with his more famous paintings but have never heard or seen much about him. After turning off the tv, I went to read in bed for a bit before turning in for the night.
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