![]() ![]() We seek so much from a country’s literature, the not-so-secret desires, the fissures of identity. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. One of those promises is the idea of belonging. But a country is an idea, it is a pact and a promise. My cynical self would say Canada is a group of vested interests, cobbled out of beer commercials (I Am Canadian!) and rolled up from under the rim of a Tim Horton’s cup. Or perhaps Canada is always in the process of becoming: my Canada includes Quebec, includes investigation into the Residential schools, restitution for the Chinese Head Tax. My concept of Canada has always been shifting. I have been from Halifax, to Tofino, from Trois Riviere to Grande Prairie. I literally fumbled with the parts of Canada, I could fit the layers on the machine. I remember the transparencies slipping through my fingers as I tried to place this layered puzzle on the overhead projector machine. My middle school geography could not comprehend this vastness. ![]() There seems to be an infinite number of Canadas, in different times, in different seasons, with the only constant being change. The landscape looms large in the national imagination: the endless prairie, the ancient pre-cambrian shield, the wind-lashed eastern shore, the Pacific Cordillera, the harsh northern tundra. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt. ![]()
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