A few years ago, in a review of Maureen Medved’s Black Star, I observed how a lot of women in Canadian novels were going insane in eerily similar ways.
“An essay was never about just one thing,” writes Susan Olding.
Wayne Johnston’s latest novel begins in 1969 as the van Hout family, Hans and Myra and their four daughters, leaves…
Eighteen-year-old Eve Smith is painting her nails at the London offices of Consolidated Press when in walks Hugh Fenwick.
Andrea A Davis invites us to consider the works of a dozen Black women artists.
The appraiser of an archive sees the subject’s biography before the biographer does. He sees the life in its primary…
The subversive power of women’s domestic art.
Garnett Weston once described writing as the easiest racket going.