Just a few words on this chapter. I’m getting behind because of all the moving around and getting settled, but not really settled because we’re at another place for a week in a week and — Good God, I’m sick of this. No more cat sitting. No more.
Unless they’re really neat cats. Or diabetic and need shots. Or, you know, unless we’re asked.
I’ve not been sure where Fielding lives, although I knew it had to be within walking distance of his office on King. In desperation I finally decided on Grange Avenue at Beverly Street, next to Art Gallery of Ontario. I know the area fairly well because that’s where I lived for a while back in the early ’90s.
The Queen Street area plays a large part in this story largely because I lived and wrote about the area for about five years.
Queen is divided into east and west, with the dividing point being Yonge Street. The overall culture of each side is quite distinct from each other. Queen West is the haven of artists, musicians, tattoo parlours and vampires. Queen East is Yuppies and families living near the Beaches.
Here are a few of the Queen Street landmarks I’ve written about at one point or another.
Above is the Water Treatment Plant, designed by R.C. Harris. Harris was Toronto’s commissioner of public works for many years back in the ’30s and ’40s, and one of the most forward-thinking men of his time. The plant is often used in movies and TV shows.
The Queen Mother Cafe, where Fielding has his sticky rice brunch, is one of Queen West’s more popular spots. It has a varied menu, but when you can get sticky rice and peanut sauce, why get anything else?
The Type Bookstore, where he spends some time browsing, is another Queen West staple.
And that’s it for now.
Oh, yes. Fielding references Avril Lavigne. Should anyone not know who she is, here’s a photo.