Lost in September
Chapters (39)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- JANUARY 2, 2018
- Part I: Yellow Man
- 1 Gregorian Chant
- 2 His Flute
- 3 Madame Blanchard
- 4 Lonely Calèche
- 5 Costco
- 6 Fire-Ships
- 7 Gay Village
- 8 Doppelgänger
- 9 Little White Words
- 10 A Soldier’s Exile
- Part II: Blue Man
- 11 The Hag
- 12 Dragonfly Girls
- 13 Oyster
- 14 The Moping Owl to the Moon Complains
- 15 Umbrellas
- Part III: Red Man
- 16 Madame Blanchard
- 17 Watermelons
- 18 Finding Harold
- 19 Nobody
- 20 Babies
- Part IV: Green Man
- 21 JW’s Letter
- 22 The Ravelled Sleave
- 23 The Foulon
- 24 Who Am I in the Night
- 25 Deathstalker
- 26 Bright Game
- 27 Stolons
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF CANADA
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Winter
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Winter, Kathleen, author
Lost in September / Kathleen Winter.
Issued in print and electronic formats.
ISBN 9780345810120
eBook ISBN 9780345810144
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PS8595.I618L67 2017 C813′.54 C2017-900883-8
Book design by Jennifer Griffiths
Cover and interior illustrations by Jennifer Griffiths
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Dedication
For my mother,
who has always loved dogs
Epigraph
I know,
I know and you know, we knew,
we did not know, we
were there, after all, and not there
and at times when
only the void stood between us we got
all the way to each other.
PAUL CELAN
JANUARY 2, 2018
SAINT ALFEGE CHURCH
GREENWICH, LONDON
UNITED KINGDOM
Dear James Wolfe,
I wanted to write this book in time for your birthday. Silly, I know, but why not place it on your grave here at Saint Alfege on this day that celebrates your life? That is, after all, what I have tried to do in these pages. Forgive me if I have not entirely succeeded. Try to see my intent. I don’t mean to complain, but you gave me no choice except to look for traces of you in unexpected streets, in modern places as well as old haunts. How else was I able to find what you dearly wanted me to know? For I have, dear James, heard you whispering to me at night in the park, or by day in libraries, and in the voices of people I have met while on your trail. And I believe with all my heart that you wanted me to meet a certain representative of yours—that you placed him in my path, so that he might hand me your message directly.
Still, though I listened as carefully as I could, I don’t know how you will feel about my rendition of you.
I have come to know a James Wolfe who does not appear in the historical reports of your military strategy, nor in accounts of your siege of Quebec. In those tales, you always wear the same red costume and sustain one aim, which can be boiled down to a sentence: In September 1759 he took Quebec for the British, and with that victory, achieved in fifteen short minutes of battle, forever changed the course of history, ensuring that Canada would be British and not French.