Fiona MacGillivray After a Parlour Brawl is Hands Down the Coolest Halloween Costume Ever!

Fiona MacGillivray After a Parlour Brawl is Hands Down the Coolest Halloween Costume Ever!

Posted on September 5 by admin
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In the summer of 1897, Fiona MacGillivray arrived in Vancouver. So did I, only one hundred and eleven summers later. The thing is, I didn’t leave the airport. I was on my way back to Toronto from South Korea because I couldn’t get a seat on the direct flight out of Incheon, the Seoul suburb with the international airport. Also like Vicki Delany’s central character, Fiona, I was looking to have an adventure and to make some money, that’s why she went to Alaska for gold, and I went to Asia for a sweet ESL teaching position. What I’m saying is we have things in common. Phew, so lucky I didn’t have an encounter with any infamous gangsters though, but, I do have a criminal record-free buddy who invited me to Dawson Creek in British Columbia this fall for legit work. Not to be confused with the Dawson City in the Yukon where Fiona ended up in. Poor girl. And that’s when you’ll lose, readers. When you underestimate Fiona, even for a second. I’d risk being her friend, if I were the pioneer type willing to rough it up north out west. I can see us being roommates actually, sitting cross-legged around the wood burning stove, drinking straight out of the bottle, talking about Sheridan and whatever outlaw I was dating at the time. Reading the back cover was like shaking Fiona’s hand and making the kind of solid eye contact that says, ”Yes, you’re good people, I’m probably going to tell you things I haven’t told anyone before.” especially with an opening line like hers, “Blood is so difficult to get out of good clothing.” Wow. That’s a pretty kick-ass declarative statement being the reader’s introduction to my friend Fiona and I feel like it’s the way she’ll start all of our conversations by that fire in the kitchen where we enjoyed our night caps. Where I’d probably never turn my back on her because I don’t doubt she’d cut me if I ever tried to mess with her gold or her man. By the time I topped her up, Fiona probably hasn’t changed out of the red satin dress she wore to that gambling parlour with the brawl she barely got out of un-stained with gamblers’ blood and un-manhandled by cowboys with nothing but untoward intentions and dirty fingernails by the time I’ve turned the first page. Fiona MacGillivray, you’re my hero and I want to be you for Halloween. I’m not even a western fan or the kind of girl who cares about dressing up for pagan holidays but I guess I am now because my doctor had to call my name three times before I looked up from Gold Mountain in the waiting room. I nearly missed my subway stop on the way home re-reading the out of the blue ending. I blinked through this book, draw dropped, rubbing the goosebumps off my arms heeding Vicki Delany’s final warning: “The astute reader is advised not to attempt to follow the trail of Fiona and Sheridan and parties in search of them. They have, perhaps, stepped off the map into the unknown lands.”
I’ll keep the kitchen light on for you, Fiona, and a third of my nephew’s trick or treat candy in a bowl on the counter (he won’t notice!)