Macedonia & Vienna Travel Log
Part One: Getting Ready to Go
Last fall, I was invited to the Skopje Book
Fair in the capital of the Republic of Macedonia, for the launch of the
Macedonian translation of Torrie and the Snake-Prince this April.
Thanks to a Canada Council travel grant that's helping out with the cost
of the flight, I'm actually able to go. I've been getting ready since
about November, being someone who believes in starting the planning
(i.e. worrying) early. I've now reached the point where I feel I should
be making lists of the lists, so I don't lose track. Things to do.
Things to take. Things that Must Be Done before I go. Things I have to
do in the two days after I get back, before I go off to Ottawa for
another reading and some workshops. Things that Must be Ironed .... Yes,
the lists are getting a bit out of control.
Actually, my first thought on receiving the invitation from my Macedonian publisher, Vermilion, was, "Mountains!" I'm
not sure why I'm so keen on mountains. I remember being five, in the
back of the car on a cross-continent camping trip, trying to draw the
misty blue distant Rockies as they first crept over the prairie horizon,
feeling frustrated because I couldn't get the subtle mistiness right.
(Wax crayons simply aren't the best medium for grand landscapes.). Maybe
that started it. I'm pretty sure the Misty Mountains of The Hobbit have
quite a lot to do with it, too. I'm always sending my characters
through mountains; I think I must believe at some in-the-bone level that
mountain journeys are mandatory for Adventure. Torrie has to cross
mountains to get almost anywhere from the Wild Forest; mountains
encircle Talverdin; Moth and Mikki of "The Storyteller" are heading,
though they don't know it, out on a journey that will bring them into
the greatest mountains of their world. Skopje itself isn't in the
mountains, but the Republic of Macedonia is a small country with a river
in the middle and mountains around the edges, so I'll definitely be
seeing some, and of course, somewhere between Here and There are the
Alps.
What started as changing planes in Vienna has turned into a
brief visit to that city (more mountainous horizons!) and the launch of
the final book in the Warlocks of Talverdin Quartet, The Shadow Road, at
a Viennese school. Luckily I don't have to worry about trying to find
my way around in a no-doubt jetlagged state (which will not improve my
so-so German any, I'm sure); friends will ply me with croissants and
Viennese coffee and make sure I don't end up wandering gibbering along
the Ringstrasse. Vienna seems to be a city of the eighteenth and
nineteenth centuries, but it's really a place where you can see the
strata of human history in Europe, layer upon layer, from the Neolithic
to the Second World War. Hallstatt swords. The Nibelungenlied.
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The Republic of Macedonia was formerly
part of Yugoslavia. It's landlocked, surrounded by mountains (I did
mention that), and in that respect, has a certain resemblance to High
Morroway, in which part of Torrie and the Snake-Prince takes
place. I don't think cheese forms such an important part of the culture,
though. High Morrawaians are very fond of their cheese. The main
north-south route through the Balkans passes through Skopje. There's a
Roman town being excavated nearby, an Ottoman fortress and
caravanserais, and, according to my guidebook, quite a lot of
nineteen-sixties concrete, due to an earthquake that destroyed much of
the old city about fifty years ago, with great loss of life. As in
Vienna, someone is taking me under her wing and looking after me, which
takes a great deal of the stress out of travelling in an area where I
don't speak any of the common languages. I'll be giving readings,
attending the launch of the Macedonian Torrie and the Snake-Prince,
taking part in a panel discussion on fantasy in Canada and Macedonia,
visiting a school, speaking to a university English class, and in
between all that, seeing a bit of Macedonia. I'm also being honoured
with the International Anna Frank Award for children's literature.
The panel discussion is going to be
interesting. Professor Ursevic doesn't speak English and has suggested
French, but though I can read French and get much of it, when it comes
to spoken, I'm thrown back on my high school vocabulary, which means
that unless discussion is limited to Roch Carrier's verdammte "Hockey
Sweater", which I seem to remember we did over and over
again several years running, I don't have the words. (The truth is, when
I try to speak French, it comes out German.) I'm sure we'll manage to
have an interesting discussion somehow or other, though. He's written a
book on Macedonian science fiction with the intriguing title of Demons and Galaxies, which sounds like something I'd like to read. (Goes well with Quests and Kingdoms, too.)
Meanwhile, with all this ahead of me,
I'm busy Organising, i.e. revising those lists. My luggage so far
consists mostly of books, gifts for my hosts (including a toddler's
teddy bear, currently named Macedonia Bear,
the first thing I bought for the trip, actually), guidebooks, and of
course, books to read on the flight. It's not so much the flight, in
fact, as the time spent sitting in airports between here and there. It
feels like almost half the time spent in travelling is going to be
passed sitting in Pearson airport, as a staging area between Moncton and
Vienna. (That's an exaggeration, but not a large one. I'll be in three
airports in three provinces before I ever get out of the country.) I'm
taking Erikson's The Bonehunters and Heitz's The Dwarves (in English); those ought to keep me occupied for a while.
And for some reason, not one but two people have mentioned my upcoming trip to Mongolia.
This worries me a little. Is there leakage from some related world, in
which I'm travelling somewhat further east? And what if my luggage gets
confused about which reality it's inhabiting?
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