My very own publisher thought I was half-crazy, it seems.
“Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so.
You're entirely Bonkers.
But I will tell you a secret,
All the best people are.”
― Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
The Edible Woman was life changing for me in my 20s.
I went on to read all your books and am now reeling from your Handmaid’s Tale.
What an IncrEdible Woman!
Thankyou Margaret Atwood for your brilliant sanity!
It honestly doesn't matter when you write or how often. Not that I wouldn't like more, but I feel privileged to be able to read your thoughts here. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready.
This one--entirely satisfying.
Absolutely wonderful book - 'The Edible Woman' that turned me on to 'Womans fiction'. But don't we all still need a Jack?!
Hopeful and inspired, that's what I felt reading this. Dumping the photos is definitely falling down the rabbit hole. You are the tree and those photographs are the leaves and contain your history. You can rake them into a pile and set fire to them, or you can bag them up and keep them. I won't tell.
A bird’s nest on your head does foretell your Pelee Island birdwatching, so best to keep it.
I desperately need a photo of you with a bird’s nest on your head. Perhaps another children’s story to come is waiting in that photo.
Made them differently back then, you, him, everyone.
I read The Edible Woman in grade 13 English class and it changed my life. It made me believe that I could be Canadian and and a woman and be a writer. I loved hearing about Jack and the early days. You broke the ground for so many and he broke the mould. ❤️
What a great story, thanks for sharing it.
The tree painting has a few of nature’s beautiful creation. How appropriate in these times of wanton destruction of wetlands and woodlands. Love Save Nature.
I love the idea of sending a book on snakes in a box with holes in it. That has sparked a few creative ideas! And that picture of your dad and uncle? Gorgeous. Look at those curls! And I am particularly impressed by the fantastic job someone did of patching their trousers. An artist, obviously!
When I think of the proofs too, I feel a little sad that we don't write on paper anymore, that we won't find letters stored in a box somewhere. The only box we have now is the 'inbox' which might not lead to such interesting wanders down memory lane.
I recall reading a similar, affectionate but accurate, characterization of Jack McClelland by Farley Mowat in relation to "Never Cry Wolf". It was hilarious, but got the message across. Jack McClelland was a gift to Canadian writers that has kept on giving.
So wonderful to read early chapters of your career, and to remember how things have changed, some for the best, surprisingly :) We all owe a great debt to Jack, and the other pioneers of publishing!
I'm just happy to live in your world.