![[Unlocking the Air]](/unlock/perm-images/1332banner700x103.jpg "gold creek, golden ears provincial park, bc")
We're back from Kelowna and surrounds. Some walking around (unburned) parks, a bit of paddling on Okanagan Lake, a whole lotta reading.
The White Death, by McKay Jenkins. About avalanches; causes, effects, anecdotes. Anchored on a particular disappearance of four young climbers in Glacier National Park in 1969, whose bodies weren't found till the next spring. Quite good.
we so seldom look on love, by Barbara Gowdy. Short stories. Unique characters. To put it mildly. From the title story: "By the time I was sixteen I wanted human corpses. Men. (That way I'm straight.)"
Growing Up Stupid Under the Union Jack, by Austin Clarke. Memoirs of his boyhood in Barbados in the forties and fifties, and the disconnect between real life and hype. Disconcertingly relevant.
the ash garden, by Dennis Bock. Do not ask on whom the atom bomb falls, it falls on thee and me.
The White Bone, Barbara Gowdy again. Mysticism and survival and birth and death and growing up elephant.
Cherry, by Sara Wheeler. Bio of Apsley Cherry-Garrard, author of The Worst Journey in the World, and he was quite right about that, too. I'm a bit over a third of the way into it, so far, so good.
