I’ve been avoiding reading this book for at least two years. It was one of the reasons I stalled on this blog (the other, of course, being babies and baby-brain.) Finally I sat down and said “I’m going to read this and get on with my life!” All of this avoidance was before I even knew what the book was about. Then I read the introduction by Northrop Frye who talked about how Thomas McCulloch is a great Canadian satirist and how The Stepsure Letters is a great example of Canadian Satire. Then the comparisons to Sam Slick were made and my stomach dropped. More ancient Canadian satire is not what I feel like reading these days (if ever). I think even Northrope Frye had a hard time finding good things to say about this book.
So after reading the introduction I put the book down and started avoiding it again. The problem is that I told myself I would do this New Canadian Library challenge in order so I had to read the book if I want to move on, right? Well, according to my husband I’m wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Life is too short to read books you are not inspired to read.
Things I have learned so far by reading through the New Canadian Library: the term “Canadian satire” makes me break out in rashes. Much like movies that employ the use of physical comedy for humour. (Sitting through something like Meet The Parents is a form of punishment for me.) I could be using my time more wisely reading, well, pretty much anything else at all at this stage.
Currently I am reading Caroline Adderson’s Ellen in Pieces and why would I want to stop reading that (which I am enjoying) to read this book? Not to mention that I have to read Robert Munsch’s Up Up Down a dozen times a day to my toddler who still won’t stop climbing everything. (Would that be considered irony? I’m not even sure any more.) Plus WordFest is coming and I am determined to go this year and have much reading to do before then.
Death Toll: My interest before I began. I’m not apologizing for this.