La Saison des pluies (The rainy season) tells the story of a seven-year-old boy dealing with his father’s death. This children’s book is very short (around 4,000 words), but it is telling that it was written by a poet: every word packs a punch. The overall effect is simple, beautiful, and very sad. It has won all kinds of awards since it was published.
“The mayor was by far the biggest fish in this pond. He commanded respect but also scared the hell out of people. While nobody seemed to show any particular aversion to the mayor, Alain could sense there was some kind of omerta at play here, a code of silence that surely had more to do with fear than esteem for the man. Everybody owed Réal Fortier something, one way or another.”
Ever wondered what it would be like to say goodbye to the daily grind in the city and move to the country for a simpler life? In Sylvain Hotte’s Terre à bois (Wood lot) that’s exactly what Alain Demers decides to do when life hands him an opportunity to buy a cheap plot of land that seems too good to be true.
“You’ll lock your bedroom door, putting up a ‘No Adults’ poster. I’ll swear I find the whole thing idiotic, even though I’ll envy your own little kingdom where your worries seem very small indeed to me from the outside. Your arms, your nose, your ears will grow too quickly and you’ll look like a monkey for a while. Your mother will still think you’re gorgeous. I won’t be so sure.”