So on Wednesday, I went to Toronto for a few literary activities. I had signed up for a lunch and tour on the Thursday with some of my Ex Libris Association colleagues, centred around the Yorkville area.

My train actually arrived ahead of schedule to a beautiful sunny, warm day and as it was still too early to check into the hotel, I took the subway all the way up to Davisville and went for a walk along Mount Pleasant Road to the recently-opened Inhabit Books. It's quite small but very inviting, with an excellent selection of both adults' and children's books in both English and Inuktitut. But conscious as I was that I would have to lug any books I bought back to Ottawa, I tried very hard to limit my choices!

I ended up buying: an Inuktitut-English dictionary; a beautifully illustrated children's book called The Other Ones, by Jamesie Fournier, illustrated by TomaFeizo Gas; Elements, a bilingual book of poetry (Inuktitut on one side of the page spread, English on the other), also by Jamesie Fournier; and a memoir by Larry Audlaluk, What I Remember, What I Know: The Life of a High Arctic Exile.

Did I mention that Inhabit is not just a bookstore but also a publisher? For more information, see www.Inhabitmedia.com

By then it was late enough to check into the hotel, so off I went back to the subway. It was also getting into rush hour and as I got into the train, one leg gave way beneath me and momentarily got wedged between train and platform before somebody helped me to un-jam my foot, thereby averting what could have been a major disaster! I assured the nice young man that I didn't need any first aid or other medical attention and after a couple of minutes' delay, we were all on our way.

I checked into my hotel without further mishap and spent the evening unpacking, relaxing and watching TV.

The Ex Libris activities on Thursday involved lunch at The Pilot, followed by visits to the Metro Toronto Reference Library and the Yorkville Public Library in the afternoon. But before meeting the others for lunch, I had time to stop into Glad Day Books on Church Street, grab a coffee and browse their collection.

I really love that area of Toronto, although unfortunately the weather wasn't as great as the day before. Still, I saw some people I hadn't seen in years. We had our own separate room at the restaurant too, which facilitated conversation.

Late afternoon saw me heading back to my temporary home base, where I had a light snack and changed into some warmer clothes before heading out yet again into a rainy evening.

It was purely by chance that my visit to Toronto coincided with a double book launch by BookHug press at Type Books on Queen Street West. But I decided it was an opportunity not to be missed.

The book that really intrigued me was Blue Notes, a thriller by Anne Cathrine Bomann, a Danish psychologist and novelist who was in Toronto for the launch of the English translation of her book. It centres around the idea of prolonged grief as a form of mental illness. And what if a pill could be developed to "cure" people of that grief? In the book, a fictional pharmaceutical company claims to have done just that, trials are conducted and analyzed at a university and one of the researchers looking at the statistics notices what look like some disturbing side effects in those who have benefited most from the drug. The basic question it raises: in overcoming their grief, have these patients lost their capacity for empathy and even veered into psychopath territory?

I mostly read the book on the train trip back to Ottawa on Friday, finished it yesterday, and found it absolutely gripping!

The other book being launched (or actually re-launched in an expanded version) was a book of short stories called How You Were Born. That too sounded interesting and I may try to get hold of it at the library.

Overall, it was a fascinating two-day getaway.
So on Tuesday of this past week, I set off by train to spend a few days in Toronto. The main purpose of my trip was to see The Library at Night with some fellow Ex Libris Association members, but I went to other bookish places too. Here's some basic information about the Library at Night exhibit:

https://lighthouseimmersive.com/toronto/

Our show time was 2:30 PM on Wednesday so prior to that, some of us got together for lunch at Firkin on Harbour. A couple of people first went to a different friggin' Firkin and joined us a bit late but overall, that part of the experience went well. It was wonderful to catch up with people I hadn't seen in ages, at our first in-person event in nearly 3 years. I pigged out there on butternut squash ravioli and butter tart a la mode for dessert and didn't feel hungry for the rest of the day. After lunch, we met up with a few more people who were joining us for the show itself.

As for the show, I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I'm a huge admirer of Alberto Manguel and have read a number of his books. I've also attended two different immersive Van Gogh exhibitions and enjoyed both. In those, especially the one held in Montreal in early 2020, the experience was like walking right into a Van Gogh painting. The starry starry night was all round you! But The Library at Night was a rather different sort of experience.

It started out OK, when we entered a room that was apparently a reconstruction of Alberto Manguel's own private library. From there, we went into another large room laid out like a large library reading room, with those green-shaded banker's lamps at every table. We sat down and donned some rather awkward virtual reality equipment: a set of goggles attached to a set of headphones, with various little buttons on the front and sides. We were given a few minimal instructions but essentially we controlled our experience by turning our head in the direction of the particular library (represented by an icon or crest) that we wanted to virtually enter. I believe there were about seven of them.

Anyway, I find the head is a rather, shall we say, blunt instrument for pinpointing which library one wants to explore. I started by nodding at a symbol just to the right of my straight-ahead field of vision, and "entered" my first library. When that experience was over, I decided I should do the libraries in some sort of order, which turned out to be a counterclockwise direction. Even so, I did at one point accidentally enter a library I'd already gone into and couldn't remember how to interrupt the process. I wanted to ensure I got through all of them in the time allotted (about an hour). Fortunately there was a staff member available to assist me and get me re-oriented. From there, I hit my stride and was able to get through the rest without incident.

The libraries were all quite interesting. I learned things I didn't know, even about the Library of Parliament which I have visited and toured in person and know people who have worked there. But the amount of time spent on each library was really only enough to give one a brief taste of it. And I couldn't help thinking: couldn't this be done at almost any venue, like an arcade or movie theatre in any city or town, or even by borrowing the equipment from a local public library and experiencing it at home? We basically were just sitting there the whole time on our rotating office chairs, turning around to nod at the appropriate icon. And being cocooned inside the insulated virtual-reality-headphone-goggle world, I was quite unaware of the others in my group or how they were approaching the experience. After going through the last library and removing the headsets, I was fumbling on the floor in the near-dark to pick up my belongings and leave, when I felt bits of crumpled paper and wondered if something had dropped out of one of my bags. "Oh, I guess that's part of the display," I said to one of the Lighthouse guides and she confirmed that it was.

All in all, I'm glad I went but felt the equipment provided could have been a little better and more comfortable to wear. And I would have preferred to be able to experience each library by actually physically walking through a series of rooms instead of just nodding at icons from a seated position.

In Parts II and beyond, I'll describe my other book-related experiences in Toronto, including:

The Monkey's Paw Bookstore and Bibliomat on Bloor St. West
The new improved Glad Day Bookstore & Coffee bar on Church Street
The Sleuth of Baker Street
Noir at the Bar

Stay tuned!
It's always a challenge to plan my trips to Toronto for a part of the week when I can get to the things I want to go to. Sleuth of Baker Street is now only open from Thursday to Sunday. Many museums and other attractions are closed Mondays. And my Ex Libris Board meetings are always scheduled for Tuesdays.

This time, the Ex Libris Toronto-based people had scheduled an optional tour of the Bata Shoe Museum and library, followed by lunch, for the Monday. So I decided to go to Toronto on the Sunday morning, arriving in time to get to Sleuth before their 4 PM closing time, sign up for the tour and lunch on the Monday, get to my Board meeting on Tuesday, returning to Ottawa on Wednesday. I stayed at the Holiday Inn on Bloor, about midway between the zillionaires' shopping strip on my left and the studenty area of all-night groceries and vegetarian eateries on my right. Also right near Remenyi Music, which sells instruments and related paraphernalia, as well as a good selection of sheet music.

The Bata Shoe Museum was directly across the street from my hotel. We got to see the special exhibit on Sneaker Culture (which included one of the pairs of sneakers Terry Fox had worn on his abortive cross-Canada run), as well as a fascinating library which can only be visited by prior appointment; they also collect socks for the Toronto homeless. Just along the street a couple of blocks was the Royal Ontario Museum, which to my pleasant surprise was also open on the Monday. I spent quite a while after lunch looking through the textiles area on the top floor, working my way downwards through a fascinating display of home decor through the centuries, followed by a brief visit to the dinosaurs, mammals and bat cave before returning to my hotel. On the Tuesday, my Board meeting was over by about 1:30, so I went over to the Art Gallery to visit a spectacular special exhibition of treasures from Renaissance Italy. The highlight for me was the illuminated manuscripts, in particular one of Dante's Divine Comedy. No matter how much digitization gets accomplished, nothing can compare to seeing it in the flesh... or do I mean parchment? I also saw (and heard and walked through) a number of the contemporary exhibits, one by Etrog somebody (a film that he made as well as static art inspired by Samuel Beckett, Ionesco and other theatre-of-the-absurd folks and various sculptural constructs) and a number of multimedia-type displays or installations or whatever by various artists.

But the Board meeting was the reason I was in Toronto in the first place. We've been protesting and raising awareness of the way Library and Archives Canada (LAC)and the library, archival and related resources and professions are being essentially rent asunder by the current regime. The response to our letter-writing campaign has been an exercise in the kind of pass-the-buck-ology that typifies bureaucracy at its worst. After failing to get any kind of response from Heritage Minister James Moore's office, our Ex Libris president some months later sent a letter to the Prime Minister - and actually got an answer from someone on his staff. It said that our concerns had been noted and that this fell under the purview of the Minister of Heritage who "will no doubt wish to respond shortly" or words to that effect. Well, lo and behold, we finally got a response back from Moore's office, indicating that the LAC operated at arms' length from Heritage and as such, we had been following the proper course all along in writing to Daniel Caron, the head of LAC (who likewise had not replied).

On Wednesday, of course, Caron announced his resignation. Did we have anything to do with that? Maybe. Maybe with that $5000 worth of private Spanish lessons under his belt, he'll be able to get another job in some far-flung country under our NAFTA employment exchange agreements.

So who will be his replacement? Will she or he be an improvement? I live in hope!
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