“It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You’d wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?”
- John Lennon
We’ve had a week of extreme weather, 34C and beastly humid. Halifax is not known for such hot weather, certainly not days and days of it. We are largely an un-air-conditioned population of Northern European extraction who wilt, nay, wind up practically comatose under such duress. What to do but flop on a couch and lie there, sweating as though fevered, and read a good book? This I did, and must hasten to mention that Colm Toibin’s quiet masterpiece, Brooklyn, provided me with just the antidote to the heat.
I can’t recommend it strongly enough. It’s a novel written with such emotional depth, and a deep understanding of the female psyche. It all seems so ordinary, even a little mundane, and yet… Hmm. Some of my writer friends and I have discussed it among ourselves, and invariable we wind up scratching our heads and wondering, how’d he do that??
I’m pleased to say that the heat wave has passed, puffed out to sea as it was by Hurricane Earl on Saturday. I never thought I’d welcome a hurricane, but Earl has left us with the most sublime early-autumn weather, clear and cool days with which to ready oneself for the coming busy season.