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…
Andrea A Davis invites us to consider the works of a dozen Black women artists.
When I finally decided not to have children, I called my mother. I asked if she knew anyone childless in…
Judith McCormack’s The Singing Forest is a reflective legal novel, one that spends more time in the personal history of…
Brett Josef Grubisic has written gay male pulp for more than a decade, and edited the landmark collections Contra/Diction, and…
I’m generally wary of epigraphs. When they aren’t signalling “You’re in some seriously erudite hands here, reader” they often just…
Despite his roots in Romantic and Neo-Romantic poetry (his PhD dissertation was on Dylan Thomas), Don McKay’s poetry almost from…
Inevitably, the implicit subtitle that comes to mind for Miriam Toews’ new novel, Fight Night, is Girl Talking. Fight Night…