Saturday, October 20, 2012

Anne of Green Gables

I have a riddle: who is a good-natured character with red hair and book sales of 300+ million worldwide? That's right, Ronald Weasley. As great as he is though, Ron is a Brit, and therefore unsuitable for this blog. This entry is about Anne of Green Gables – Canada’s favorite literary heroine. In beginning the Anne series of books in 1908, Lucy Maud Montgomery put PEI on the map, and created a character that has won the hearts of readers across Canada and the world.

In my tour of Canadian literature, I knew that I had to read Anne’s story. But I felt sheepish at the same time (“This is a little girl’s story, right?”). In the opening chapters, my first impression of Anne confirmed my foreboding. When Matthew Cuthbert picks up Anne from the train station, she launches into her first of many, many monologues. In stream-of-consciousness fashion, she goes on about how glad she is and how beautiful the trees are and how everything is wonderful: “Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive—it’s such an interesting world” (14). I groaned in my spirit. Here was a Canadian Pollyanna with red hair, inviting us all to play the glad game. “There are three hundred pages of this,” I thought to myself. “How am I going to finish?”

But finish I did, and in fact I’m glad to say that Anne grows on you after a while. She is an interesting character because, unlike her American counterpart Pollyanna, Anne has flaws. She has outbursts of temper and holds grudges. On her first day of school, Gilbert, one of the boys, calls her “carrots.” So naturally, she broke her slate over his head and vowed to hate him forever. After that, she didn’t speak to him for four years. Other incidents show her as impulsive and proud. These flaws add to her character and make her virtues palatable.


In my view, the heart of the book is not Anne herself, but the relationship between Anne and Marilla Cuthbert, her adoptive mother. At the novel’s beginning, Marilla is a woman of “narrow experience and rigid conscience,” both severe and moralizing. The narrator describes her as “always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible” (4). Enter Anne. The new arrival at Green Gables comes full of life and imagination, joy and love for nature. Anne’s presence brings out of Marilla a repressed sense of humour and enjoyment in life. By opening up her home to Anne, Marilla meets the little girl's deepest longings for a sense of home and family. And the novel brings their relationship full circle with Anne’s decision to forego her scholarship, allowing her to stay with Marilla so that she won’t have to sell Green Gables. From uncertain beginnings, the novel portrays their growth to sincere love and mutual dependence.

It didn’t take generations for Anne of Green Gables to become popular; PEI was inundated with tourists during Lucy Maud’s lifetime. Today, Anne's childhood haunts draw upward of 170,000 visitors each year. And I have to say that now, having read the book, I can see why they go.

Friday, October 12, 2012

"My First Day in Canada" - Part 2



        Long before 1971, when Canada established its multicultural policy, the reality was there. From the very beginning, Canada was settled and populated by immigrants – some just earlier than others. The First Nations came across a land bridge that connected Siberia to Alaska; the French settled on the banks of the St. Lawrence; English loyalists streamed into Upper Canada from the Thirteen Colonies; Irish emigrated during the potato famine; and my neighbors from Sri Lanka arrived two months ago. We can’t generalize the immigrant experience, but we can learn to appreciate the uniqueness of each story. I want to share another “first day” experience from one of my students at Seneca College. This is Hazel’s story:

        I still remember the very first day that I arrived in Canada. It was the first week of January, 2008. The airbus plane of Air Canada arrived at Vancouver International Airport. At that moment, I was a little bit scared and nervous. I got up from my seat and followed my fellow passengers to exit from the plane. I went to the crowded areas where immigration officer was checking the documents. I had a strange feeling that I was half a world away from my family. I think that is what they call “homesick.” After the documentation process, I still had a connecting flight going to Toronto. As I was sitting inside the plane from Vancouver to Toronto, I looked out the window to see if there was snow, but nothing was on the ground. I was silent and went to sleep because I was exhausted from the long flight.
               
        I arrived at Toronto International Airport around eight in the evening. The sky was dark, and the weather was cold. I got up from my seat and exited the plane feeling tired. I walked through the baggage section to claim my luggage. As I looked around, people were so busy. I saw different cultures of people and I was one of them coming in Canada to work and live.
               
        As I stepped through the exit door, someone called my name. I looked around and Ronnie was there with Derek. I was so happy to see them because I was thinking “what it nobody will pick me up in the airport?” Ronnie hugged me and Derek shook my hand. Derek was my sponsor here in Canada and Ronnie was a Filipino. They really gave me a warm welcome.
               
        We stepped into the car and we talked. As soon as we left, Derek told me that we were driving two hours to London, Ontario. As I was sitting, I was amazed by all the cars and buildings that surrounded the city, but I was still looking for snow. We drove on a long road and the weather was so cold for me. We stopped at McDonald’s as I was hungry. And then we drove back again on the road.

        London, Ontario is a small town west of Toronto. It is the place where I was going to stay and work. It is a very quiet town. There are no tall buildings like Toronto. We arrived at Derek’s home at around 11:00 in the evening. I took my luggage from the car and met his wife. Ronnie helped me move all the things in the house and I went to lie down on the bed. Then, I didn’t even realize that I was sleeping.

        The next morning I got up, opened the door, and went downstairs. I looked out the window and the snow was falling. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Well, I lived in a tropical country and hadn’t experienced anything like that.
 
The Thames River, London

Photo courtesy of Giles Whitaker, http://gwhitakerphoto.wordpress.com/