Although brief bouts of sleepwalking can be fairly common, especially among children, the fact that dreaming remains a strictly sensory experience for most of us is often taken for granted. While in a given dream we might envision ourselves as an embattled double agent held captive on a Russian nuclear sub, the brain suspends nearly all voluntary muscle movement to prevent our neurological activity from spilling over into the physical world while we sleep.
“We need a new language, and art and metaphor is the form it’s going to take,” Rex Weyler, ecologist and UFV’s most recent writer-in-residence announced to a rapt audience at the Literary Café on July 8, which was part of this year’s Festival of the Arts in Harrison. The event celebrated a new anthology of eco-lit, Cascadia: the Life and Breath of the World, co-edited by UFV professor Trevor Carolan and Frank Stewart, and published by University of Hawaii Press. Weyler, Victoria poet Eve Joseph and Tsleilwaututh storyteller Gabriel George were featured as the evening’s speakers.
As a regular reader of crime and noir fiction, the last thing I expected when I picked up The Exile Book of New Canadian Noir was the strange, surreal, fantastic, and horrific tales I discovered within.
In a word: compelling. In this debut fantasy novel, Treadwell proves himself a skilled weaver of story and suspense, and lives up to the promises of umpteen reviews on the back cover which compare his work to the novels of Susan Cooper and Philip Pullman.
Milan Kundera is a singularly inventive and interesting author, and his most famous work, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, is an exemplary illustration of his deftness and wit.
Rudolf Kerkhoven is a Kindle-published author of two novels, The Year We Finally Solved Everything and A Dream Apart, as well as several adult choose-your-own-adventure collaborations with Albertan author Daniel Pitts. Kerkhoven teaches high school math by day, carves out time to write by night, and, by the end of this year, hopes to publish his next novel, Love is not Free. Love is 99 Cents.
Now immediately I would ask said catalysts of this satisfaction and happiness—women—to stop reading. The whole point of the book is to persuade the estrogen-inclined into providing “satisfaction,” and it would be deeply unfair if you were wise to all our tricks before we (the testosterone-inclined) even tried them. Remember that, at least for the purpose of this work, you are like carefree, prancing gazelle on the African savannah, and we are like starving, lust-crazed cheetahs, anxiously developing our plan to stalk through the long grasses, separate you from the rest of the herd, and possibly obtain your phone-number.
“How does it start? Read me the first line,” a colleague said, spotting my copy of milk tooth bane bone on the desk. Another coworker balanced the book in her hand, turning to the first poem.
On Wednesday, October 10, Shauna Singh Baldwin stood in front of over 60 guests and spoke about her latest book, Selector of Souls.
“‘I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say,” Louis CK once said. “I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none per cent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say, ‘I’m bored.’”