Stanley Park

Timothy Taylor

Stanley Park

Enter the restaurant world of Vancouver with Jeremy, a young chef with a penchant for all things local as he struggles to stave off the advances of a café-chain owner while his father, a colourful anthropologist, studies the homeless of Stanley Park and tries to solve an old unsolved murder. Part mystery and part sly satire of foodie culture, Stanley Park is a delicious read.

Stanley Park was a contender for Canada Reads 2007, when it was defended by Jim Cuddy.


They arranged to meet at Lost Lagoon. It was an in-between place, the city on one side, Stanley Park on the other. Ten years of rare contact, and they had sought each other out. Surprised each other, created expectations.

Now the Professor was late.

Jeremy Papier found a bench up the hill from the lagoon and opened a section of newspaper across the wet boards. The bench was between two cherry trees, the pink blossoms of which met high over his head forming an arch, a doorway. It wasn't precisely the spot they'd discussed - the Professor had suggested the boathouse - but it was within eyesight, within shouting distance. It was close enough. If he had to wait, Jeremy thought, settling onto the paper and blowing out a long breath, he was going to sit. He crossed one long, aching leg over the other. He fingered the tooling on a favourite pair of cowboy boots, ran long fingers through tangled black hair.

He sat because he was tired, certainly. Jeremy accepted that being a chief, even a young chef, meant being exhausted most of the time.

From Stanley Park by Timothy Taylor ©2001. Published by Vintage Canada.


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