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In 1968, an eleven-year-old girl contemplates her social prospects. Her mother is prepared to do anything to make sure her children don’t grow up “ignorant,” like Judith’s attractive sister, Claire. This coming of age novel focuses on solitude, alienation, obesity, lies, sexuality, shame, madness, and fear of strangers; and our first encounters with the betrayals of friends, family and community.
Teenagers Miles and Chateaugué have run away. They soon form a suicide pact to preserve their fleeting innocence. Written in a style that echoes the work of Arthur Rimbaud and William Burroughs, Ducharme’s vision is darkly prophetic of a world that has lost its way, on which “our lady of good help” only gazes with an inscrutable Mona Lisa smile.
Then We Were One
Shocked by his brother’s death from injuries sustained in the Vietnam War, Fred Reed sets out on a journey of personal discovery. By way of Iran after the Revolution; in mystical Anatolian highlands; in pursuit of iconoclasts in Syria and Lebanon; he comes under the spell of Islam. In its embrace and discipline, he finds renewed brotherhood and liberation.
Ash Tanasiychuk takes pictures. Of Dina Del Bucchia. Nuff said. Oh, and Otters!Monday April 29, 2013 in Meta-Talon
Joanne Arnott interviews Wanda John-Kehewin about her new book In the Dog House:
I can’t really say there were many poets of the past that influenced my writing. I think when I really started to be inspired was when I heard that there were other Native writers, and that wasn’t until I moved to the West Coast in 1991. For some reason I didn’t think it was actually something an “Indian” could do. There weren’t any books in the library that were by First Nations people when I was growing up.Thursday April 25, 2013 in Meta-Talon
Garry Thomas Morse on poetry prizes and/or music in poetry. Whatever!
Not to pull an academy-bashing Joaquin Phoenix, but strictly off the record, I’ve never understood how prizes relate to poetry, exactly, and a number of acclaimed poets have confessed a similar sentiment in my presence, in one way or another. One would hope that a poet only gets into the racket out of an imperative need to do so, if not a compulsive love, implying all the emotions and forms of resentment love can contain. In that case, how can a prize for being the greatest lover compare to said love itself?Tuesday April 16, 2013 in Meta-Talon
Monica Miller discusses M.A.C. Farrant’s memoir, adapted for the stage at the Arts Club Theatre:
The story is quintessentially Canadian and a nostalgic view of growing up in BC in the 60s. Taking place in Cordova Bay, a 15-minute drive from Victoria, the play speaks to multiple generations about the traditions of family. My Turquoise Years challenges the preconceived notion of the traditional nuclear family, and reinforces the idea of choosing who we love and care for as our family, sticking by them, and supporting them.
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