"Dreaming Sally" is a true story of first love, sudden death and synchronicity set against the countercultural turmoil of the 1960s. The book is the third and last in a thematic trilogy of creative non-fiction.
By 1968, the fabled Summer of Love has fragmented into global violence and despair – the murders of King and Kennedy, My Lai, Paris, Prague, Chicago.
The personal is political. Consumed by his passion for Sally Wodehouse, his teenaged sweetheart, 21 year old George Orr awakens one morning from a compelling dream impossible to ignore:
Sally will die while traveling through Europe this summer, and I am powerless to stop it.
On August 13, 1968, when the catastrophe unfolds exactly as foretold, George is cast like Orpheus into the Underworld, and whether he will return from the dark grip of the uncanny, no one can predict.
George and Sally, 1967
James and Sally , Rome, July 1968
Sally and James, top of the Schilthorn, Switzerland, July 1968
Launch of “Dreaming Sally”, September 6th, 2018
Reviews, Interviews, Videos
European Odyssey 1968, promotional film, 32 minutes
The Next Chapter, interview with Shelagh Rogers, CBC Radio — link to come
Please accept my compliments for your work, “Dreaming Sally”, a book of Proustian elegance…Your trilogy will in my opinion become a marker in explaining Upper Canadian social, civic and civil values in the second half of the 20th century which I suspect will intrigue future historians.
What an exquisitely and painfully personal tale masterfully told with such rich detail of those extraordinary, never-to-repeated times. I found yours and George’s stories fascinating and compelling…uncanny how many parallels there are between you. For what you set out to achieve, from concept to delivery, you’ve nailed it.
I couldn’t put this book down. First of all, it is so beautifully written; sometimes it felt like reading poetry. James' very deeply revealing story of his own struggle in relationships with woman over his whole life I found deeply, deeply moving. And the way he wrote about how Sally’s death affected both he and her boyfriend George was so raw, honest, captivating, and stirring, emotionally and psychologically. This book brought me closer to my self and affected me far more than I could have guessed.
Your book is one of the most moving I have ever, ever read, James. It’s also among the most beautiful, and beautifully written. The depth of emotion, the heartbreak and the sublime, blows one away. A magnificent book.
You have written a profound and very moving book…your use of Greek myth is so appropriate because they so knew that when we open ourselves to an artistic rendering of tragedy, we allow ourselves to participate with a universal human experience and in so doing we undergo a small transformation each time…
A very beautiful book. When I finished it this morning, the world seemed so quiet, which I think means I was deep inside with your story and the reflection it inspired…As a fiction writer who shunts all this “stuff” into imaginary lives, I take my hat off to your courage, perception and poetic ability to tie things together.
A compelling read, the travelogue/social history aspects were fascinating, and the personal revelations brave and profound. I loved the Orphic mysteries, and was glad to get “woke” on the notions of “unheimlich” and synchronicity.
Your book arrived on Monday and I started reading on Tuesday. I didn’t put it down until I’d finished it at 3 am Wednesday. Before launching into it, I wondered if I could connect to a story about a girl I’d never met and how successful you would be in taking us back to a summer in 1968. Would it be fifty years of nostalgia? Could I even remember that far back, let alone relate to those times?
I was blown away on so many levels. I was transported back to 1968 and the times: the Vietnam War, the music, the restlessness, the desire to travel, the search for something (not knowing what, of course, or what lay beneath), the being on the cusp of adulthood (both wanting and resisting independence), first loves, sexual desire/fear, and most of all the dreams and the hopes. Which is why the title is so brilliant: for Sally’s truncated life marked a shattering of future dreams and hopes for everyone involved with her. The trauma and survivor guilt lived on, acted out in so many ways until it was fully talked about: the coldness of repressed upbringings in Toronto, the rigid adherence to conformity and silence, the traumas of past wars and losses masked by alcohol and later drugs — the backdrop to what exploded the sixties.
This was also a book about a haunting premonition and a sensitive, intuitive young man with very few outlets for emotional expression. “Dreaming Sally” challenges us to face the motherlode (first love), the sequel to “What Disturbs Our Blood” (facing father). I liked the way the chapters weaved between you and George (silent rivals) with mother always in the background. Interesting that “Disturb” is the title pertaining to Dad and “Dreaming” the title for Mother. Destruction and Desire?
The book has a universal appeal. It is not just about Sally and her tragic death, but desire and love and dreams and the struggle to escape the grip of the first family and create one’s own family, whatever form that might take. The first family also carries the weight of generations – what a familylode!
Congratulations on a brilliant book – clever, courageous and compelling. It left me feeling haunted, disturbed and very sad: all the trauma, loss, broken dreams and hearts, shattered lives, and yet the possibility of love and reconciliation comes through. But it requires a commitment to truth, authenticity and working through the pain – a lifetime of working through. And at such cost.
SARAH, Dublin, Ireland
I found your book incredibly moving, funny, wise and profound. You write with such raw honesty and pure poetry. You deftly weave together the stands of past, present and future along with capacity to take the reader on the European Odyssey, reflecting the mood and energy of the exploratory Sixties. I felt myself there with you on the trip, harking back to the painful childhood experiences and the loneliness due to a mother incapable of loving. How brave of you to write this book… I know I speak for a great many readers in thanking you for making the effort, living through the pain and creating a work that speaks to us all.
I am beyond deeply touched by your book, waves of tears and laughter alternating and moving through me still… I found myself pulled back into my own late teens, ripped open to the impossibilities of my own hopes at the time, and catapulted forward into current day healing…Your honesty, passion, and pulsing poetry, both in the book and on stage, are beautiful and inspiring.
Taking all your books as a whole, I don’t quite know why you haven’t been assassinated. You wrote a phrase — “the unpardonable sin of pulling back the curtain of male vulnerability” — yes. That curtain and the curtain of Old Boys criminal viciousness, and the truly appalling spiritual emptiness at the heart of so much of what we continue to call “privilege” — it is, really, so brave of you. It took my breath away reading about the barbarous cruelty that passed for family and school life. The passage of the teacher praising you for your Jane Eyre paper brought tears to my eyes…