I walked into the library the other day, just dropping by to pick up a few books I’d ordered, and a familiar voice rolled toward me: the voice of Alexander MacLeod, Giller-nominated author of the short story collection Light Lifting. He has an inimitable voice, rough and warm, the kind of voice you’re drawn to. It was louder than the sounds you usually hear in a library – amplified. “That’s Alex,” grinned my partner, and we realized he was giving a reading in the common area. But his words carried all through the building, telling stories to those at the computers, at the checkout lines, in the stacks. There was a hush in the whole space: most of the people there were staring off, unfocused, intent on those words.