“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.”
“It’s almost a full-time job in itself pitching what I want to translate. Such is the life of an emerging literary translator!”
“Document 1 is just as much of a page-turner in English as it is in French—despite the fact that nothing really happens.”
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.