a place where some celebrities come from. It's got history and literature and stuff. The thought blew my mind.I'm not sure why, but a few weeks back, I got the Canadian national anthem stuck in my head, and it got me thinking. I never thought about it before, but Canada's a country. It's not just a punchline to a joke about friendly neighbors or
For instance, did you know that Canada has poetry? It never even dawned on me until I stumbled across an audiobook called, well, Canadian Poetry. I'm not much of a poet myself, so I can't comment on the quality, but I love the fact that they didn't use a standard, highfalutin voice actor. Instead, it's read by some dude whose down-to-earth voice makes me want to track him down just to hang out.
They even have their own history. There are a bunch of books on Canadian history, but why not go with a classic? Francis Parkman's France and England in North America contains a good chunk of old, mysterious Canadian lore. As a warning, this history was written in the nineteenth century and is not as fair as it could be to indigenous peoples, but at this point, any Canadian history is a marvel to me.
And then, out of the heavens, I found out that one of my favorite literary critics (yeah, I've lost all hope) wrote a book called O Canada. It seems that in the 1960s Edmund Wilson realized, just like I did, that Canadians are people too, and he wrote a whole book on his impressions of Canada and Canadian literature. I might be the last person alive who could enjoy this book, but I'm recommending it anyway.
Wish me luck. I don't know where the maddening depths of Canada will lead me, and I'm afraid and hopeful and enthralled. I need all the luck I can get.