This morning, the 23rd edition of Canada Reads program launches. I’ve missed the voice of a career writer in the program in recent years and now, with Heather O’Neill’s inclusion (whose Lullaby for Little Criminals was a previous Canada Reads winner) as a champion, my affection for the program’s
Showcasing these during the #ReadIndies event, hosted by Kaggsy and Lizzy, is ideal: the compilations themselves embody the value of indie presses, but they also draw from the best work published by other small, independent publishers—journals and magazines. In the back of each of these volumes is a list
GauZ’ is a short-form of his tribal name, Gauzorro, bestowed on him by his grandmother. She’s the person who got him thinking: “thinking about Africanness, thinking about the stories we tell and how we tell them, and thinking about [his] relationship with language and through language with the people
The list I made last November with #NovNov in mind is a snapshot of an ambitious reader’s brain, high on bookish possibilities. You recognise the vague outlines that persist, when one is away from one’s bookshelves but in a planning mood, unbound. The titles listed in black are all
Earlier in January, I wrote about how the reading year turned for me, which books I’d finished as part of 2023 and how I was thinking about…well, mostly about what I’d not read, rather than what I had read. And how I was content to readopt the 2023 plans
