Douglas Coupland, Terry
Almost nothing makes me prouder to be Canadian than the enduring power of the Terry Fox Run , virtually all of which is down to the pure, unvarnished qualities that made Terry Fox so automatically iconic in this country. Terry Fox passed away in July 1980, which reliable sources tell me was 45 years ago, even if I don't believe them because I can't possibly be ten years older than that. Douglas Coupland's pictorial biography Terry (scrap book / memory trove / tribute) came out 20 years ago now, in 2005, but it feels newer not because I'm vain about age but because somehow, Terry is endlessly present to us all. I'm not sure when I was more moved, deeply moved, by a book, possibly the essay "The Road to Bella Coola" in Theresa Kishkan's Red Laredo Boots , about her dear friend's death which I read aloud to my mother and aunts while my grandmother was dying. Admittedly I can be a weeper when I read, especially when I'm stressed enough (like late...
