“This is neither the beginning nor the end of my story.” This is a line uttered by Quintus Dias, narrator and protagonist in the film “Centurion”. Quintus is a Roman soldier on the northern frontier of Britain in the year 117 A.D.
I rented the DVD because the jacket promised action and history and above all, action and history in a dramatic landscape. The wild landscape of moor and mountain and forest in the land now called Scotland.
“Centurion” is a good story – not a great story, but a good one. And the great actor that deserves equal billing with the good human actors is the landscape. Here in Canada’s mid-North, we actors are conscious that we share the stage with non-human actors that we ignore at our peril: terrain, bush, weather, distance . . . You might classify them all under one rubric: landscape. Combine them with action and history and you could have a great story – at the very least, a good one.
My debut novel, “The Beardmore Relics”, finished in August, is now marinating. Or percolating. Or steeping. Okay. Excuse the culinary analogies. Its flavour is deepening. Oops. There I go again.
Volunteers have edited the manuscript, and now I am in process of vetting and rewriting. It will be published in the spring. And one of the great characters is the landscape of the Greenstone region.
By the way, this is not the beginning. Nor is it the end.