In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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Our first piece is by Ariela Freedman, writing on Sunday, April 5, 2020.
“What are days for?”
The line begins a Philip Larkin poem that I first read on the New York subway, sandwiched between ads for Dr. Zizmor and for real estate brokers. The question has been on my mind a lot over these disrupted, strange, static weeks.
This morning I woke up a little after 6 am. I was dreaming that we drove down an underpass and into an ocean. But we didn’t drown; when I woke up, my dream self was trying to figure out how to push the car back onto dry land. Not subtle, my unconscious. Not drowning yet, but waving.
To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic