Quarterly Stories, Belated: Spring 2023

2024-01-15T16:41:45-05:00

Fofana, Lam, Morrison, Ogunyemi, Scott, Smith and Smyth Short Stories in January, February and March 2023 Whether read all-in-a-burst or over several weeks, these stories capture a variety of reading moods. This quarter, I returned to three favourite writers and also explored four new-to-me story writers.

Quarterly Stories, Belated: Spring 20232024-01-15T16:41:45-05:00

Autumn 2022, In My Reading Log (1 of 2): Illustrations and Poems,

2022-11-14T16:16:37-05:00

Earlier this year, I resolved to take a closer look at the graphic novels and poetry collections accumulating on my library “saved lists” and my digital TBR “shelves”. Those lists have lengthened rather than shortened, but there’s been plenty of good reading along the way. In Just So Happens by

Autumn 2022, In My Reading Log (1 of 2): Illustrations and Poems,2022-11-14T16:16:37-05:00

Musings on March 17th, Mostly about Not-Reading

2022-03-16T13:07:08-04:00

After last year’s gulp and gobble of new books, I have been tentative and restless. I touch my tongue to a book in my stacks, then move on, relishing the contrasting flavours but rarely sitting for a meal. Here, in Lorna Goodison’s Controlling the Silver (2005), I found this

Musings on March 17th, Mostly about Not-Reading2022-03-16T13:07:08-04:00

Summer 2021: In My Stacks

2021-11-17T13:57:12-05:00

I’ve been to the islands in my summer reading this year: Norwegian, Atlantic Canadian, Jamaican, Greenlandian and Sri Lankan. Roy Jacobsen’s Ingrid trilogy landed in my stack thanks to a reading copy of White Shadow from Biblioasis, translated by Don Bartlett and Don Shaw. Partly because I liked the

Summer 2021: In My Stacks2021-11-17T13:57:12-05:00

Lauren Carter’s Prose and Poetry: A Backwards Glance

2021-04-23T12:22:05-04:00

Here’s the part where I put aside Lauren Carter’s This Has Nothing to Do With You, this passage about Melony Barrett: “I couldn’t have known what would be waiting when I woke up, that I’d spent the night on the rapidly diminishing surface of my childhood, that last patch

Lauren Carter’s Prose and Poetry: A Backwards Glance2021-04-23T12:22:05-04:00
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