With the bracing first paragraph of My Face in the Light, I anticipated an intense…
Browsing: CNQ 111
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.
On poetry chapbooks.
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.
I’m generally wary of epigraphs. When they aren’t signalling “You’re in some seriously erudite hands…
Dimitri Nasrallah began writing and teaching in the early 2000s, following years doing PR work…