Dear friends, here’s a “must see” recommendation for you: last night I watched “Giving Voice,” a documentary on Netflix, with tears streaming down my face. It’s about teenagers of colour from disadvantaged communities who enter a competition to perform a monologue from one of August Wilson’s plays. The camera follows some of them home; we see where they live, we hear about their lives and struggles and hopes, and then we see them act. As a former actor, this film about the power of theatre, the love of performance that springs up in a young heart, is beautiful beyond words. And a shout out to the drama and English teachers out there who encourage and foster and push. The ending, the actual competition, is as riveting as anything I’ve seen on film. Don’t miss it.
Another cold grey day. My daytimer, usually jammed with scribbles, is almost entirely blank, and there’s a temptation to sink into the comfy chair and spend the day with FB and Twitter. Today I have a CNFC conference committee meeting. Tomorrow and Friday, nothing scheduled. Thursday, great excitement, an interview with SiriusXM’s Allison Gore about my memoir. The weekend is blank.
But I’m spending hours at my desk plowing through dusty, nay, filthy boxes of papers and photos as I begin work on an essay, or something, about my uncle Edgar the world bridge expert – tying him to “The Queen’s Gambit,” the story of another eccentric game-playing competitive obsessive. And then there’s Netflix! Walks. Exercising with Zoom. Cooking. Grocery shopping. Feeding the birds. We’ll keep busy.
In the meantime, the vaccine is being injected into the arms of Canadians, and the Electoral College did its job. Things are looking up.
Kathryn in Vancouver just wrote, “Bravo! I finished reading Loose Woman and enjoyed it so much, not just your excellent writing, but also as it was a real trip down memory lane for me.”
Rosemary, who read one of the first drafts, wrote, “I’m enjoying Loose Woman so much. The language is much richer than the earlier drafts, as are your personal insights. Even people with small roles come through so clearly – and I get interested in them.”
And best of all, Eli wrote a note to his mother. We are a note-writing family; I used to write to my kids about their behaviour and their lives, and they’d write back. It’s thrilling to see that the tradition continues.