What I’m looking for . . .
It’s hard to say what I’m looking for. I’m looking to be startled, to be caught by the unexpected, to be seduced by really good writing. I love creative non-fiction that pushes the envelope in subject or in form, such as Helen Humphreys’ recent spectacular experiment in blending fiction, non-fiction and illustration, The River, or Jean McNeil’s gorgeous, multi-faceted Ice Diaries. I have spent a goodly portion of my working life publishing books on social issues and current affairs, and on nature and the environment. I guess I feel that’s how I can contribute best to adding to the debate about how we live and how we should be living, especially around the issue of climate change. I have published Farley Mowat, Elizabeth May, Maude Barlow, Alanna Mitchell, and David Boyd, among others.
With fiction, I am hopelessly old-fashioned. I love stories with beginnings, middles, and ends. It can be literary or mainstream; it can be scifi/fantasy. It can be adult or YA. But it has to be a story, like Cordelia Strube’s magnificent On the Shores of Darkness There Is Light.
What I read (and loved) recently . . .
Station Eleven hit all my buttons — great writing and a great story set in a cautionary world. I also loved All the Light We Cannot See and Helen Oyeyemi’s Boy Snow Bird. I finally read Candace Savage’s A Geography of Blood. And I have been on a modest campaign to tackle those BIG books I ought to have read years ago, most recently The Iliad.
What I do outside of work . . .
I love the outdoors and I spend as much time as I can on Georgian Bay in summer and in the Beaver Valley in winter. I love canoeing, sailing, swimming, and snowshoeing. And travel. I will go anywhere anytime I can.