What George was reading growing up in Oliver B.C.
Maurice Mierau, editor of The Winnipeg Review dropped off a copy of Pinboyin our porch for me to review. I am enjoying this trashy distraction by George Bowering, marketed as memoir about his teenaged years in Oliver B.C., where he set-up pins in a bowling alley, thought about sex three times a minute and masturbated every day. It may get tiresome. Stay tuned. I’ll let you know when TWR posts the review. Meanwhile, here’s a picture of George all growed up, hands in his pockets,listening to AL in front of Purdy’s DIY A Frame, saved now to become a writer’s retreat 
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My piles of books to read are getting bigger. Last week I bought new fiction by Chabon, Mantell’s Man Booker winning Bringing up the Bodies, and Munro’s new short story collection. Meanwhile my Manitoba pile includes Cook , Ginther, and Redekopp, which I will probably read in that order. I bought a copy of Heidi Loewen’s family tell-all memoir, Mennonite is the Name, Deception is the Game, but found it unreadable.