Edwards, Caterina

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I was born in Earls Barton, an English village famous for its Saxon tower and shoe factories. My father was a right Barton lad, my mother a putella Veneziana, an Italian war bride. I’m told that as soon as I could talk, I became my mother’s translator. I suspect that learning both languages simultaneously encouraged my later distrust of a singular approach or point of view. We immigrated to Alberta just before my eighth birthday. I grew up in Calgary, but most summers I visited my mother’s family in Venice. The contrast in cultures led me to understand at a young age that identity is not fragmentary but multiple. I’m also impatient with the traditional categories of genre, crossing boundaries whenever I can.

University brought me to Edmonton and – to my surprise – I still live here. I’ve always been a writer, at least, I’ve always told myself stories, so I decided to study English literature, receiving a B.A. Honours from the University of Alberta and then a Master of Arts. I took as many courses in Creative Writing and Italian literature as I could. (The latter, taught by Dr. Enrico Musacchio, were particularly influential.) My thesis was a creative one, a collection of stories; I was lucky to study with two iconic Canadian writers: Sheila Watson and Rudy Wiebe.

After graduation, I began to publish short stories in literary magazines and, now and then, an anthology. I wrote when I could snatch an hour or two. I was teaching full time at Grant MacEwan College on three campuses – I was in the English department from its beginning – and was busy at home with my two daughters. Soon after the birth of the second, I published my first novel.

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