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432 pages, Hardcover
Published April 10, 2018
“I have been guilty all my life,” Mary Cyr said. “But I am no longer guilty – I will not be guilty anymore. You see, I saw more and much deeper than other people, so I was often accused of their crimes, but now I will be free.”
It was all very strange how it happened, but in this world, nothing in fact was more natural. It seemed all very devious, but in this world, nothing was devious. It seemed very unbecoming, but in this world what was unbecoming? One knows that in this world, from the Peloponnesian Wars on, no deviousness was left unused.
• Those who yelled loudest against her when they had the chance did not now utter a word to ask forgiveness for themselves. They were very quiet now. The Cyr pipeline that had been damaged by those who drove to the pipeline in cars that used oil, and slept in houses that needed it, and wore clothes that contained it, now issued not one statement about her. The university profs as well who spoke of progress – and said that the Cyr empire was one of failure and disaster, sitting in buildings some of which were donated by Cyr money – did not now come back to reinvestigate themselves.
• The great fortune for Nigel was that people who had very well-known CBC Radio talk shows never looked beyond the fashionable way to take the moral higher ground by pretending concern over the Cyr dynasty. In fact Nigel's whole life and the lives of his colleagues had been filled with misguided ambition and misplaced admiration. And this is what allowed them to protest their tenure, to go on strike while their students at the university, who had paid their money, were hostage to their demands; to look miffed when people did not see their worth, to become parasites on First Nations causes that would gain them attention, and to prey on the naïveté and idealism of the young.
• It was the beginning of her war against conformity – but of a very specialized sort of war – a kind of clandestine one. One where she was the silent observer of the disastrous world. That is, from then on, she distrusted women as much as men – she disliked their easy acceptance of role-playing, of bogus sisterhood and victimhood that university courses not only taught but encouraged – found them just as shameful in their pettiness and malevolence toward those who were cast aside...But she knew too how men used women like these, pandered to them in politics and literature in the way middle class had to always coddle their own. And she hated the men for their lies every bit as much. She hated those who used the First Nations as well, for they formed the same kind of manufactured pieties. She realized listening to First Nations leaders speak that too many of them expected this and needed it, so both they and whites could use the tragedy of the past to embellish their pretenses – and if you stared them in the face and told them so, told them that their victimhood was now obscenely corporate, they would counter with the plight of those reserves they themselves had never been to, and declare you a racist.