Vividly conjured out of the hustle and crime of Canada’s poorest neighbourhood, this poetic and picaresque novel stakes a new claim on the fictional territory of Don DeLillo and Chuck Palahniuk.
Bishop isn’t a man most women would find a middle-aged marijuana dealer who owes his ponytail to hair transplants, and his twisted knowledge of books to the reading he’s done in rehab. But for one brief moment he catches the eye of Beth, an innocent from rural Alberta — who, at that same instant, excites the self-destructive lust of Theresa, a social worker and therapist wannabe. These strange comings-together in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside propel the three characters on a wild race through British Columbia’s mountainous interior, headed toward Bishop’s self-invented city on a hill. It turns out they are also on a journey through concepts of family, urban dislocation, gender identity and the disconnections of language itself.
Douglas George Fetherling (born January 1, 1949) is a Canadian writer, poet, novelist, biographer, artist, and cultural commentator. One of the most prolific figures in Canadian letters, he has written or edited more than fifty books. He previously published under the name Douglas Fetherling until 1999, and thereafter under the name George Fetherling, switching to his middle name to honor his father George, after recovering from life-saving surgery for the same medical condition that had killed his father. One of his most popular works is Travels by Night: A Memoir, which recreates leading personalities and events in the fabled Canadian cultural renaissance of 1965–75. Fetherling is also a visual artist. He lives in Vancouver.
I started out with a few memories but they grow fainter and get all distorted when they're repeated and repeated until I'm not sure what's true and what I've made up to fill in the blanks. p104
It's the cruellest kind of punishment there is to lock somebody in an indoor suburb...you go crazy if you stay and die if you try to leave. p250
Not sure what to expect from this 'back in the day' set in my neighbourhood, I was ultimately charmed by nostalgia and pleased to enjoy the romp. Now if only I could remember if I knew him!
a romantic...pretending things are a lot more interesting than they really are. p122
Rocks are better than dogs 'cause they don't expect to get fed. p167