A crime writer encounters his subjects.
Browsing: essay
Poverty isn’t just an economic category, its also an insidious means of exclusion.
Toronto’s roughest neighbourhoods live on, but mainly in its fiction.
Montreal’s late, great mid-century journal of vice.
How we write ourselves.
On the eve of lockdown, a hidden spritz bar.
A lecture delivered as the “Immortal Memory” address at DaPoPo Theatre’s “Not Quite Burns Night,”…
A young bookseller comes of age in a Toronto megastore.
Ralph and Betty Gustafson loved Chinese food. Perhaps there was no Chinese restaurant in North…
I was working in a second-hand bookstore on Toronto’s Queen Street West—still a funky, grungy…