The book opens in the totem
carving shed on Granville Island in Vancouver long into the night where a young
Indian is carving a cedar log into a totem pole:
He
breathed in the rich scent of the cedar. He imagined this is what it smelled
like on Haida Gwaii, a place he’d never visited, despite it being the home of
his people. Only in his dreams did he walk amongst the giant cedar and Sitka
spruce that covered every inch of the mountainous islands. Someday, when he had
the money, he would go.
Someday will never come for he is
murdered in the shed.
As I read the opening pages I
realized reading fate had made the timing of the book perfect for I was on my
way to Vancouver last week for the Grey Cup Game, the Canadian Football League
Championship.
From past visits I could already
visualize the setting of the crime. On every trip to Vancouver I go to
Granville Island. It is a special place tucked underneath one of the massive
bridges over False Creek.
Last Saturday morning I visited
the island.
Between a building housing shops,
including a store featuring indigenous arts, and the cement yard is the carving
shed.
Open at the front and sides the
shed contains massive portions of cedar logs for carving into totem poles. As
portrayed on the photo to the left beautifully carved salmon are mounted on
logs at the entrance.
As you stand outside the shed the
wonderful scent of the cedar logs flows around you.
Looking inside the shed you can
see the poles in various stages of completion. Another photo below shows an example.
Most of the time there is no one actually carving during the day.
I stood outside the shed for a few
minutes thinking of the vivid images being carved into the logs and the
powerful presence created when the poles are erected. Each totem pole tells a
story in the figures carved upon the pole.
After leaving the shed I walked
through the Public Market which is filled with vendors selling fresh fish,
meat, vegetables, fruits and flowers. I enjoyed a plate of lovely French
country fare (roast chicken, small potatoes in their skins, red beets and green
salad with homemade dressing) from a trio of young French men. (The cost was
but $12.50.)
I found a Christmas present for
Sharon, a translucent deep red with persimmon coloured flowers silk jacket, in a small boutique. The jacket
was designed within the store and made upon the island. The shops at Granville
are individual rather than chain stores.
Later we gathered at the Granville
Island Brewing Company taproom for a tasting quartet of their beers that cost
but $7.00.
Earlier I mentioned a cement yard.
Part of the charm of the island is its mixture of shops, restaurants, playhouse
and industry. Brightly coloured tanks are in the cement yard adjacent to the
shops.
Every reader of Silver Totem of Shame will never see the
carving shed without thinking of the book.
Each visitor to Vancouver should
go down to Granville Island. Give yourself at least half a day. I predict you
will be entranced.
Bill - I imagine that I would be. It sounds like an absolutely enchanting place, and you've described it in lovely rich detail. I'd love to see that totem shed too; I'm sure it's impressive and has a real sense of history too. What a great day you had; thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteMargot: Thanks for the comment. I hope you get up the coast to Vancouver and Granville Island. It is a place I believe you would enjoy visiting.
DeleteI have visited Vancouver and Granville Island, but I'm sorry to say didn't see the carving shed. It sounds fascinating. (I do still wear a scarf I bought on the Island!) Look forward to reading the book review too.
ReplyDeleteMoira: Thanks for the comment. Sometimes I forget you lived in Seattle. I expect the scarf was colourful.
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