ragged company-richard wagamese

first off, i need to send a shoutout to nancy at parkdale-and for showing up again at my home branch. we bonded over drew hayden taylor and dany laferriere, and this is her recommendation to round out the reading. i hope we cross paths again so i can give her my card and password to put things on hold for me at her leisure. hug a librarian and trust her every whim.

“Strange. An illiterate. A man constantly chasing words and ideas to corral them, is the stuff of our own life, the keys to vision. Walking down the stairs, watching the bounce of Margo’s hair in the glow from the skylight, I thought about how sad he’d become at the turn of a tale or the giddiness he’d move into when stories shone with ebullient conclusions or the sombre look he offered at tragedy and loss. He taught me how to respond again. To move out of the twilight.” (327)

2 thoughts on “ragged company-richard wagamese

  1. love etymology:

    “She told me once that courage was a French word originally. It came from /coeur/-the heart. /Coeur/-age then meant /from the heart/. To live with courage was to live from the heart, that involuntary muscle that drives a life, that beats in the darkness despite itself and propels us onward to become ourselves. Her words, not mine.” (220)

  2. family ties:

    “I looked back at the house and began to explain. Our secrets are our greatest possessions. We store them like pocket treasures, reassured by their weight, their heft, and the knowledge that they may be smoothed by time, they bear the same stories, the same unrelenting hold, the timeless chiaroscuro they were born in. I had no knowledge of how they might alter with exposure to light.” (30)

    “The only heirloom I kept was the story chair. My dad’s chair. The one he read from when I was still small enough to fit in his lap and later the one we fought over to read in front of that huge old fireplace each evening. A big overstuffed leather chair with a welcoming depth that seemed to draw stories out and pull you in at the same time. I don’t know why it mattered that I keep it, only that it seemed right, only that it felt right to sit in it.” (43)

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