tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944301210319144166.post7391598707991340210..comments2023-09-25T08:06:45.198-04:00Comments on Quick Brown Fox: Great Village by Mary Rose Donnelly, reviewed by Sheila EastmanBrian Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16477347092587248351noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944301210319144166.post-55705064806659076562015-08-15T01:08:14.647-04:002015-08-15T01:08:14.647-04:00I'm not likely to finish reading this, althoug...I'm not likely to finish reading this, although I do appreciate the local colour - I was born in Nova Scotia. I appreciate quietly introspective authors like Anita Brookner and authors like Michael Cunningham who can riff on Woolf. At this level of aspiration an author needs to convince me that she knows deeply what she's writing about. I went to art college and the description of Mealie's teaching experience fits an instructor such as those I had for life drawing. But Mealie is supposed to be teaching student teachers, not aspiring professional artists. Some of her best students only stayed for three months, indicating they were mavericks likely to succeed in fine art. Does this mean they dropped out of teachers college? The next thing that pulled me out of immersion was her anachronistic explanation of a young woman who supposedly hardly knew what a homosexual was - at age 23 in 1995, having come of age in Guelph Ontario, which is a pretty hip town I can say from experience. So, as much as I've been enjoying the metaphors, I'd rather reread May Sarton's Kinds of Love - which, if you finish Great Village, I guarantee you will adore.Eloisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15244357134060225561noreply@blogger.com