Hand Luggage: A Memoir in Verse by P. K. PageHand Luggage: A Memoir in Verse by P. K. Page

Hand Luggage: A Memoir in Verse

byP. K. Page

Paperback | March 1, 2006

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It has become customary in Canada to describe P. K. Page as `distinguished', but that epithet betrays her. P. K. Page is simply too vivacious, too cunning, too elusive, to be monumentalized. She is in fact the supreme escape artist of our literature. Try to confine her in a villanelle and she scampers off into free verse. Peg her as a prose poet and she springs forth with a glosa. Categorize her as a poet who writes fiction but then note that you find very little `poet's prose' in her stories. Her characters are often incised with acid and a cruelly keen burin. She is the shrewdest of observers but at the same time she celebrates life, low and high, in all its manifestations. One of the finest and most distinctive Canadian poets, P. K. Page is no provincial. She is a citizen not merely of the world, but of the earth.

Starting in Calgary in the twenties, the young P K Page discovered first horses and then the pre-Raphaelites in cheap reproductions. In the thirties it was London, then back to the Maritimes and war and the distance of accented radio broadcasts from overseas. In the forties, in Montreal, there was snow as high as a house, cocoa at Murray's on Sherbrooke Street and poems by Frank Scott and Abe Klein read aloud in rented rooms.

In the fifties, marriage to Arthur Irwin and thence to Australia by steamer via Aden, Port Said and Ceylon. Kangaroos and platypus and tea with the wives of diplomats. Perth to Melbourne by train. Alice Springs, Kalgoorli and Ayers Rock. Briefly, New Guinea. Then Brazil, a pet marmoset christened B Fledermouse and drinks with Margot Fonteyn on the beach at Copacobana. From the sublime, to the ridiculous -- an honour guard of mariachis poised to greet John Diefenbaker in the shadow of Popocatepetl. The posting to Mexico was the last.

Her memoir ranges from the trivial – the condition of pipes and wiring in embassy homes – to the profound, her persistent search for spiritual certainty. P. K. Page met many of the dominant figures of the twentieth century, including Nehru, DeGaulle, Mountbatten, Tito and the Kennedys. But above all, she celebrates the senses, the beauty of it all.

Towards the end of a long and passionate life, Page shares in a most engaging form the highlights of a life lived to the full.

P. K. Page wrote some of the best poems published in Canada over the last five decades. In addition to winning the Governor General's Award for poetry in 1957, she was appointed a Companion of the Order of Canada in 1999. She was the author of more than a dozen books, including ten volumes of poetry, a novel, short stories, eight books...
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Title:Hand Luggage: A Memoir in VerseFormat:PaperbackDimensions:96 pages, 8.76 × 5.59 × 0.41 inPublished:March 1, 2006Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889842884

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From the Author

Hand Luggage, as its sub-title says, is a memoir in verse. The fact that it is different from anything I have previously written, is not surprising. I frequently change formats: poetry, short stories, children's books, a Brazilian memoir. In Hand Luggage, I have changed again. I have used a much more colloquial voice -- verse, in fact. And unlike most of my earlier work, it is bare-facedly about me.I couldn't have written it earlier because my life was still mid-stream. Now, nearly a nonagenarian, I wanted to review my past while I still could. It is by no means exhaustive. Much is omitted, much passed over lightly. The heavy stuff is in the trunks.

Editorial Reviews

`P. K. Page shares with her 17th-century predecessors, such as John Donne, a refusal to separate head and heart. What you hear in her work is the sound of intelligence brought crisply into focus.'