It Shall Be Broma
The neighborhood of Broma in Vancouver (around Broadway and Main) used to have salmon streams and a temperate rainforest. Now it has hipsters.
My contribution to a neighborhood story contest. Please like it!
The neighborhood of Broma in Vancouver (around Broadway and Main) used to have salmon streams and a temperate rainforest. Now it has hipsters.
My contribution to a neighborhood story contest. Please like it!
In My Place. The Mount Pleasant branch of the VPL sure knows where my book belongs: Snuggled between “I Love Bad Boys” and “I’m With the Bears”.
Holly Golightly — Animal Abuser?
Am now able to report on the status of my investigation into the allegations that Holly Golightly (a fictional character created by Truman Capote in his novella, Breakfast at Tiffany’s) is an animal abuser.
I recently saw the movie and was shocked to see Holly toss her cat out of a taxi and into an alley. In the rain (see photo). A perfect alley, she said, lots of rats and garbage. In the movie, after driving a block she regrets her action and runs back with her writer-friend and looks for the cat. In the movie they find the cat, and because her writer-friend is magically heterosexual, they hug and kiss in the rain with the dripping (and apparently quite stinky) cat between them. Happily ever after etc etc.
In the book, the poor cat is also thrown from a taxi into a rat infested alley, in the rain, and when Holly runs back for it, they are unable to find it. She makes her writer-friend promise to take care of it, and then disappears, forever. The writer-friend goes back over the next several weeks and eventually sees the cat in a window and believes it has found a new home.
Why didn’t Holly just ask her writer-friend (who lived upstairs) to take the cat? He was feeding it while she was in jail (and then the hospital). Instead (in the book) she asks him to bring it with her belongings and he stuffs the cat into a pillow case (!). All in all Holly, thanks for rescuing the cat to begin with off the streets of New York … but. Perhaps her actions are meant to be a metaphor for how well she is managing to take care of herself.
The Main Street Poodle
A seven foot ceramic pole-sitting poodle is nowhere near as exciting as a certain labradoodle.
this reminds me of something . ..
Soon to be released, Plenitude Magazine. The first issue was great, so it’s an honour to have a new piece of fiction included in this one. How exciting!
why does the rest of the world think “Cat Doctors” are doctors who treat cats, but I think that “Cat Doctors” are cats who are doctors?