Canada in the Imagination - Part 2

This year I read intriguing texts from a Canadian academic with a Czech background, Ivan Kalmar. He looks at what I regard as the under-studied reality of discrimination against Eastern Europeans. The title of his 2022 book, White but not quite: Central Europe’s Illiberal Revolt, introduces the concept of the ambiguity of Eastern European people in the Global North: they are treated as superior to People of Colour, but inferior to people who are ‘the right kind of white’.

Kalmar argues that Eastern Europeans are associated with non-democratic regimes such as the region-wide Communism that fell in 1989, or the fascism of a modern-day Russia or Hungary. Nevermind that Italy, Austria and Sweden have far-right governments at the moment, or that Germany’s Neo-Nazis are expected to lead the country in one of the next elections. When Western Europe or the United States upholds ‘illiberal tendencies’ nobody accuses them of having insufficient moral integrity. However, the Global North accuses Eastern Europeans as having a flawed character, some sort of inherent inadequacy, and this racism has a real impact on the rights, opportunities and Life Chances of this group.

Ivan Kalmar’s groundbreaking and formative work has been affirming to me, and I have only discussed the aspects of his work which most resonate. I sometimes think about paying him a visit at the University of Toronto, or at least sending an email of solidarity.

Another Toronto-based writer who has influenced me is Margaret Atwood. I shared some thoughts on her book of essays, Burning Questions, a while ago, on my blog. I still haven’t read The Handmaid’s Tale, but a recent interview on Dua Lipa’s Service95 Book Club educated me on the extreme structural misogyny of Romanian Communism. (Content Warning for the paragraph below: Forced Pregnancy, humiliating gynaecological examinations, degrading conditions of orphanages.)

The Handmaid’s Tale made a point of only drawing inspiration from already existing injustices around the world. Margaret Atwood turned her eye to Ceausescu’s regime, where married women were required to have four children. This law was enforced by monthly gynaecological ‘examinations’ - under the supervision of the police. There is a popular Romanian saying, something about “the women were undressed in public.” Quite aside from the psychological damage to the women affected, which I imagine is a generational trauma, the economic burden of bringing up four kids was commonly experienced as unbearable. Mothers turned to their doctors in distress, and were told that if they put their offspring in an orphanage, they would be well looked after. This was well-meaning but far from the truth: the orphanages had so many children and so little funding that the conditions were unsanitary and not enough attention could be given to the individuals by the staff.

(Romania and Bulgaria share a border, and are often mentioned in the same breath by nationals of immigrant-receiving countries in Europe. My travels have not included this Northern neighbour, but in the future it’s possible I could visit. It would be in part a gesture of pan-European solidarity, and more specifically a mission to discover what the Balkan region has to offer. I want to know more and see the beauty I imagine waits for me there.)

Anyway, the clear advantage of the world’s most successful multicultural country is that its people tend to be informed about what happens beyond its borders. Canada is not geographically isolated in the way that Australia is, with shorter flights to Europe and Asia, similar time zones to Latin America (which makes visiting more attractive on a practical level), and that long land border with the United States. Kalmar and Atwood are the beneficiaries of this interconnectedness, and have, in turn, expanded my international imagination for the better.

Canada in the Imagination - Part 1

If I hadn't attended a Sydney Writers' Festival discussion on nationalism in Canada, I wouldn't have realised that our Northern cousins were 10% more Christian than us Australians.

Waleed Aly and Scott Stephens of 'The Minefield' - a radio show which looks at contemporary issues through a philosophical lens - interviewed Ottawa-based influencer David Moscrop, whom I had looked up prior to the show. There was something about the way in which David presented himself which evoked flavours of Christianity I hadn't been expecting. 

I have been curious about Canada for some time, noting its current status as the most successful multicultural country in the world (sorry, Malcolm Turnbull, but we come in second). The lived reality of such social integration is something I long to be a part of, even if it's for a short time. (I have dreams of slow travelling Toronto, Montreal and/or Vancouver). 

I must have assumed that their openness to and acceptance of People of Colour springs in part from the reduced role of religious doctrine. I was wrong, for while in the 2021 Census Australians self-reported being 43.9% Christian and 38.9% Non-religious, Canadians claimed to be 53.3% Christian and 34.6% Non-religious that same year. 

I had always suspected that the surface similarities my 2001 stop-over in Vancouver announced would give way to something more nuanced and divergent from my base in Sydney. I noticed higher numbers of People of Colour walking the streets, the LGBTIQ-friendliness in the air, the fresh air of a waterside city, the manageable levels of pollution (comparable to Sydney). My first real hint of the cultural difference was the politeness of customer service staff. (Australians skip the formalities.) And yet, I could see that the socially levelling philosophy sometimes referred to as Tall Poppy Syndrome was in place, and I'd read the national sense of humour was similar to Australia's, along with a shared love-hate relationship to the United States. 

This likeness of Canadian culture to Australia's inspires a kind of familiarity and comfort - we may be geographically removed from each other, but those multiple shared values and recurring themes build a sense of affinity. I know I'm not alone in feeling this, amongst citizens of the world who have made the connection between the two. 

And so, I add a new piece of information to my Canadian imagination, and hope that I will have the chance to go back for a closer look in upcoming years. 

Thoughts on 'The Mutation' (with spoilers)

Last Thursday was a richly layered day of international cinema and South Korean experiences... I'm still thinking about it... I had been anticipating 'The Mutation', a film by a woman director called Shin Su-won, and it exceeded my expectations. It became apparent soon after the start that this film rewarded careful attention to detail from the viewer. The raising of an eyebrow or the curl of a corner of the mouth - these subtle movements prompted emotional journeys, and dialogue was only a bit player. 

Two people on the fringes of society - a Black man and a same-sex attracted woman - bond over a shared sense of exclusion. The music is gentle, playful, reflective. There are sequences which are dreams, and the light and colourful palette recast ordinary settings into places of beauty. The glow of the mise-en-scene, whether it's the interior of a luxury mall or a charming landscape with mountains in the background, is constant. 

"Even in the darkness, it glows," the woman says of a black goat with a unique and lovely pattern. This symbolises her appreciation of Se-oh (the leading man) as they get to know each other over a couple of days. The actor Han Hyun-min draws upon his own experience of other-isation and the sadness that can follow. He described, in-person after the screening, perpetually being mistaken for being a temporary visitor to South Korea, instead of the fully-fledged citizen he is. One of the first scenes in Shin's film shows him asking a doctor to stop speaking in English and switch to Se-oh's native Hangul. In other early scenes, he is seen as hypersexual by the women around him, including Sara (the leading woman). Sara quickly finds out that he is only interested in friendship, and Se-oh stays free of romantic and/or sexual relationships in this film - his narrative is all about embracing the inner self. 

Sad though it is to navigate the country as an outsider, there is comfort to be found as Se-oh and Sara's mutual understanding grows. The characters start off alone in their grief (for a loved one has been lost to each), but are able to heal and move on. Ultimately, this film offers relief by showing the power of a friendship. 

"She was the only person I met without a mask - and now she's gone," Sara reflects on her ill-fated romance. Flashbacks show their first meeting in the lush countryside, where Sara's shoelace is undone, and the young woman who is willing to kneel down and tie it for her. Her words are direct and her face is open. Se-oh, too, masks his identity by working in a white tiger costume at a local amusement park. White tigers are considered a genetic mutation, and he comes to see himself as a mutant in the absence of acceptance from family, friends and his workplace. 

It is powerful, then, to hear him yell out, in one of the film's closing scenes, his full name, to Sara and anyone who could be listening. Along with recovering his identity, he recovers a zest for life. When it's time for the two to say goodbye, they affirm verbally and non-verbally that this is the beginning of a long-term connection. Something new and supportive has been built. 

Generosity

Your interpretation of the world

Evokes ongoing curiosity

Movements deft and self-aware

You are attuned to possibility

I love how much you care

It brings me to the light in me

Listening to Intersex People

As luck would have it, I learnt something new from a radio show called 'The I in Us' today. The generosity of the hosts Cody Smith and Paul Byrne-Moroney, as well as their TEDx speaker guest Jenny Atkinson, moved me. 

They discussed how to make spaces more inclusive, with Jenny being a fan of posters (and stickers, etc) bringing attention to specific groups being welcome, such as people with stims and ticks (repetitive behaviours found in those on the autism spectrum), neurodivergent people, Indigenous people, trans and gender diverse people, and, naturally, people with innate variations of sex characteristics (the intersex). 

The depth of the inclusion aimed for resonated with me, and I was particularly humbled by Cody's view that there is no valuing of Australia without valuing Indigenous people. Cody talked about how Indigenous Australians lived in peace and harmony with the environment for 60,000 years, and everybody who came in the last two centuries would do well to meet that standard. 

In addition, Jenny encouraged listeners to ask the question, when gathering, 'Who is in this space, and who is absent?' She noted that Australia if it's all white people, that is not good - Australia is multicultural. She described this as a practical question. 

I am asking a question of myself today, which is 'What is one action I can take to support the intersex community?'

If you're interested in listening to Joy FM's show by and for intersex people, which is consciously 'for all of us', you can tune in at 5am on Wednesday mornings, or listen to their podcast. I found much kindness and care there. 

Part 2 - When Shinto Meets Shakespeare

I noticed that Hiroko Yoda’s animism had an uplifting energy, a hearty insistence upon the elevation of the spirit(s)… it showed up in the body, a kind of repeated upwards motion.

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Unfortunate from the perspective of following through, I no longer feel like discussing Daniel Hahn and his translator's imagination. If you're curious about what happens to Shakespearean stanzas when transformed into the relatively long words of Finnish, you can read his latest book.

[Draft Piece]

Friday, 1st May 2026 -

When you wake up before everybody else does, your coffee options are limited. Walking down the main drag of Katoomba, I found myself with nary a soul to peer at through the glass windows of the cafés... they were all shut. But thankfully, the woman stationed at the entrance to the train stop provided me with my first double shot of caffeine for the day, and guided me to a nearby hotel open at this hour. Here I lounged about on Victorian style furniture, sipped a flat white, and made conversation with the woman on the morning shift. 

We had just concluded that Katoomba was fabulous, when she inquired, "Have you been to Blackheath?"

I had never even heard of it, but now I was all ears. "No?"

In her high pitched voice, (for the culture in the Blue Mountains seems to be that the voices are higher for women, and lower for men… compared to Sydney, that is,) she shared that this village was awash with beautiful autumn foliage, and had a vibe of its own. It was just two train stops away. I made the impulsive decision to get onboard the train when peak hour was over, and see what I could find. 

But before that, it was time for a coffee, and I knew just the place. 

The Yellow Deli was just waking up at 7:30am-ish, but before I reached it I was approached by a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses, who turned out to be based in Blackheath itself. What a co-incidence! Or, perhaps, evidence of the small world of the Blue Mountains. They volunteered that Wentworth Street was the place to go for the sensational natural phenomenon, and added their home street was also lovely. I made notes. A plan was taking shape. 

Over my final double shot, I was gifted with a small map of Blackheath by the waiter I told about my plans. He seemed to be