Glengarry School Days: A Story of Early Days in Glengarry

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After reading my first Ralph Connor book, I decided it would be my last. For one thing, Connor liked looong sentences that snake through multiple regions and finally land somewhere far from the vicinity of its origin. 

Still, a friend suggested I try another Connor “Canadian” novel she had enjoyed a great deal:  Glengarry School Days: A Story of Early Days in Glengarry. 

As I started, I got to the second sentence of the first chapter—one that meandered through 149 words, 23 commas, and two semi-colons.

I soldiered through it, and then surprisingly discovered a delightful old book about the inhabitants of a 1900s rural Ontario community.  The novel exhibits traces of Tom Sawyer, Gordie Howe, and the Shepherd of the Hills.

The gargantuan sentence at the book’s start was an anomaly.  The rest of the narrative is comfortably readable, and Connor utilizes some appealing conventions to tell the story.  For example, he incorporates letters from the Glengarry schoolmaster to a friend to relate a few significant events—events made more insightful by the schoolmaster’s colorful perspective.

Connor’s novel evokes older mores, older values, and an older way of life to which many of us would not want to revert.  Just the same, a visit to Glengarry School Days offers a pleasant respite from our time’s rapid pace, smugness, and self-importance.

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