Canada is not the kind of country that wakes up in the morning to the sound of trumpets and drums. No MP ever gave a speech entitled “Canadian Exceptionalism” and if somebody tried, a voice in the back of the room would say: “In fairness, Belgium makes pretty good chocolates.”
Yet we enjoy an extraordinariness most dramatically illustrated in the immigrant experience, and none more unusual than the story documented in Reflections On Malcolm Forsyth. The composer in his dying days devoted his last breaths to a national tribute.
“His last major work was A Ballad For Canada written for the National Arts Centre Orchestra,” recalls Robin Elliot, Senior Fellow at the University of Toronto’s Massey College: “By the time of the premiere, Forsyth had been hospitalized with pancreatic cancer and knew he did not have long to live. He was released from hospital on oxygen tanks, a flight to Ottawa was arranged, and he was in the National Arts Centre to receive a standing ovation after the first performance of the work on June 9, 2011. He then returned to Edmonton and died less than a month later.”



