Am I a Canadian writer? One is tempted to say it doesn’t matter. Art is art; it needs no label or brand. You write because you must, not to raise a flag or beat a drum. Alone with yourself, you bare your soul, and that’s who you are. To which I answer: But that is simplistic; you need to be read, you need to be seen, or you don’t exist. You are an unseen star in an unseen galaxy, a hypothesis, a possibility.
To elaborate my question, I ask myself: You are a Canadian citizen, a novelist living and recognized in Canada, but are you a Canadian novelist? To which I respond: But what is a Canadian novel?
