![]() ![]() My experiences were not worthy of representation. My parents were not worthy of representation. ![]() "There was a very powerful sense that it was not worthy of representation – none of my life. "And yet I consumed it – I guess because reading became a way of entering different worlds."īut as he read more widely, venturing into other, different worlds – each one a magical portal, his own wardrobe – Chariandy rarely, if ever, encountered a world resembling his own: the apartment buildings and strip malls, the busy streets and hidden valleys, the sights and smells and tongues that he saw and heard and experienced every day in Scarborough. What is the term Harper used? Old-stock Canadian?" He laughs. Although he resembled a wizard himself, Davies was the Upper Canada College- and Oxford-educated bard of Canada's WASP-y establishment – a writer, Chariandy notes, who "couldn't be farther from me in terms of experience. This introduced Chariandy, the son of Trinidadian immigrants living on the eastern edge of Scarborough, to a world as different from his own as Middle-earth. When David Chariandy was a teenager, a self-described nerd who mostly read sci-fi novels and sword-and-sorcery epics, he discovered the work of Robertson Davies. ![]()
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