Scotiana readers who have followed us on our ‘blue road’, in Quebec, already know we are great admirers of Kenneth White. Now, we would like to share with you what we know about the well-known Scottish-French poet, academic and writer. Open on my desk are the last two books published by Kenneth White : La carte de Guido and Les … Continue reading →
I was making for Havre-Saint-Pierre. When I told that to the bus-driver, he said: ‘It’s the end of the road. Can’t go any farther than that. It’s the end of the road.’ Two Indian youths got on the bus at the same time as myself (..) ‘Where you makin’ for?’ ‘Havre-Saint-Pierre.’ ‘That’s the end of the road.’ ‘So they tell … Continue reading →
During his journey to Quebec, about thirty years ago, which he relates so unforgettably in The Blue Road, Kenneth White stops at Sept-Îles, a turning point on his road to the most remote and wildest places of Labrador. He lingers some time there, making friends and sharing life with a few Amerindians he has met there. Several chapters of The … Continue reading →
A colder spell had set in. It had been a summery Autumn, but now suddenly there was a sharp Winter’s bite in the air. ‘November chill blaws lood wi’ angry sugh…’ Funny how a line of Robert Burns should come into my head. Maybe the ghost of some Scotsman who trekked up here before me? I was to come across … Continue reading →
Herman Melville came North to Canada on his honeymoon trip, when he was twenty-nine years old. In Montreal, he met Captain Coffin, about to leave on a whaling expedition up the norh Coast to Labrador. Maybe that was when the idea of the White Whale started germinating. A few months back, at Stromness, a little port in the … Continue reading →
