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In Glace Bay, romance blossoms between Neil Currie – a musician and misfit with limited job prospects – and scrappy Margaret MacNeil, a coal miner’s daughter. But behind it all, a strike and a mining disaster loom over the community.
At once lyrical and tough, poignant and funny, this celebrated stage adaptation of Sheldon Currie’s novel digs deep into the issues of the forgotten and exploited, honouring and celebrating the people of Cape Breton.
(Francine Deschepper stars as Margaret MacNeil)
The story has taken many forms, first published as a short story by Sheldon Currie in the Antigonish Review in 1976, then adapted by Wendy Lill into a radio drama in 1991, and a stage play in 1995. This was followed by the feature film called Margaret’s Museum in 1995, and finally, a novel, The Glace Bay Miners’ Museum by Sheldon Currie, in 1996.
Director Mary Vingoe brings a wealth of experience to this story, after directing the very first production of The Glace Bay Miners’ Museum, which opened in 1995 at Ship’s Company in Parrsboro, Nova Scotia.
The holiday season is upon us, and perhaps you are considering giving the gift of a good book! Here are the most lovely and readable and immediately compelling books we have produced recently to help you in your quest. Order soon to have them delivered in the next couple of weeks! (And did you know that ours come nicely packaged?)Tuesday December 3, 2013 in Meta-Talon
by Chloë Filson
In a recent Meta-Talon article, “Reflections on Regionalism,” Megan Jones referred to the “quietly profound writers that dwell in far-off corners and dense urban hotbeds of this vast country.” This description points to one of the most important – or at least one of the most critically discussed – tensions in Canadian literature: urban vs. rural.Thursday November 28, 2013 in Meta-Talon
Tuesday November 26, 2013 in Meta-Talon
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