“Of course. I’m the one who has no business being here. The one who has no right to accompany you to your death.”
“Here, air was something rare and fleeting. It was rancid and rotten, like the heart of Montreal and the souls of its people.”
“If there’s a border to cross, it’s the border of memory. It glows like the stars on the ceiling of my childhood bedroom.”
These are the complete non-adventures of Jimmy Beaulieu, an easygoing artist with an appreciation for the finer things in life. Like the balconies of Montreal.
Read an excerpt from the 2018 Scotiabank Giller Prize finalist.
“She thought, if I can balance on one leg for ten seconds, I won’t cry. If I fall, I’ll cry. She fell.”