Le Salon du livre de... l'Estrie

 Tiens, en cherchant un peu sur Google, j'ai appris l'existence du Salon du livre de l'Estrie. Bon, je savais qu'il existait sans doute, mais c'est la première fois que j'en ai conscience. Dans les années 90, je visitais les Cantons de l'Est assez régulièrement et c'est vraiment une belle région du Québec. Et ça se passe du 17 au 20 octobre, époque de l'année où l'Estrie est sans doute à son plus beau (du moins selon mon expérience et mes souvenirs). Je ne sais pas si c'est aussi bien que celui du Saglac, lequel demeure mon préféré (parce que je viens de là, soyons honnête), mais je crois que si j'étais dans le coin en octobre, je le visiterais certainement.

Barrett's Privateers

Kevin Burton Smith, from the Thrilling Detective website, made me discover this folk song, by Canadian singer Stan Rogers. Shame on Philistine, crass me, I knew nothing about the man or his work, now I discover an extraordinary baritone voice (I have a sort of solidarity for baritones, being one myself) who died tragically. I was blown away by the song and been listening to it in loops since yesterday. As I have been blogging and intend to blog more about piracy, I thought this was the perfect song to upload here on Vraie Fiction. Little anecdotal stuff: in the song Sherbrooke, Nova Scotia is mentioned. I have never been there, but I have ancestors from my mother's side who are from there and one who actually was a seaman. I also also (and however) spent a fair deal of time in Sherbrooke, in the Eastern Townships in Québec. And my brother PJ is going to be in Sherbrooke soon. Interesting coincidence. I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do.