In addition to my work as a journalist, I’m also a fiction writer and self-published author. I wrote and self-published a novella, Walking With Walser.
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And can it win a political campaign?
Ursula, an eccentric, middle-aged writer, likes to walk almost as much as she likes to write. One day in the spring of 2013, possibly to avoid the digital network where she makes her living but also just because it’s a beautiful day, Ursula puts her hat on her head and sets out along her favourite thoroughfare, Queen St. West, in Toronto.
Walking, thinking, watching and talking, Ursula opens to her neighbourhood.
She visits a bookstore, goes to the bank, has lunch with a friend, attends a dress fitting, posts a scathing letter to the mayor, and considers having her hair cut. She chants om. She picks flowers.
Walking is Ursula’s way of greeting Mother Nature. This is her way of honouring her favourite writer of all time, the flâneur Robert Walser. This is bliss.
But every sunny day must come to an end, and every walk must turn homeward again. As a soft rain begins to fall, Ursula is overcome with grief, loss, and regret.
Will she find relief from her pain? Will she run for mayor? Will she learn to skate? Most importantly, will Ursula finally learn to believe in love?
Walking with Walser, entertaining as well as profound, should be essential reading for Jane Jacobs fans, city cats and country mice, past and present devotees of Queen Street, dedicated pedestrians, and anyone with a sturdy sense of humour.
—Zsuzsi Gartner, author of Better Living Through Plastic Explosives
The effect of this little book is staggering: like its narrator, it is bold, outrageous, opinionated, and deeply compassionate. I want to carry it everywhere I go, the way Gordon did with the translation of Walser’s original. It is a talisman, a palimpsest, a strange and beautiful gift.
—Sarah Selecky, author of Radiant Shimmering Light
About my fiction
I love to walk almost as much as I love to write, and the two things came together in 2013, when I spent a lot of time walking in my downtown neighborhood — Queen West, Toronto.
My son was four years old and (finally!?) in school during the day. I was exploring my neighbourhood anew, experiencing myself and the world again after what felt like a four-year maternity nap.
I wrote this book while sitting in the city’s cafes, parks, and public spaces. It’s my way of meditating on motherhood, community and creativity. It’s me saying thanks to the place where I live and the people who live near me. It’s an act of love.
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