"Perhaps the most brave and honest review of After James should restrict itself to two words: Read it." Could be that Angie Abdou got it right, when she reviewed Michael Helm's After James and concluded with this. McClelland & Stewart, 2016 But she did a fine job of
More short stories, more indigenous authors, more series completed and updated, more from my own shelves and more non-fiction: my reading goals for this year. Reading Alice Munro's short stories lasted from 2011 to 2015, reading two or three collections a year, no more than a story a week. Last
When I was a girl, I was too afraid to watch the part of the Disney movie in which Penny is lowered into the darkness in a bucket. If I had actually read the stories on my bookshelf, I would have had great sympathy for the mice in the Prisoner's
I grew up loving the works of Margaret Atwood and Margaret Laurence and Alice Munro. Traditional? Perhaps. Maybe my CanLit taste is old-fashioned. And in their time, these were women who dared. Not 'but', 'and'. This remains their time. And beyond the page. In the recent furor surrounding the efforts to
My reading year began with a reread of The Radiant Way (1987), which begins with a New Year's party. The first time I read the novel, I was in my 20s and I hadn't yet read Virginia Woolf; this time I couldn't help but think of Mrs. Dalloway as the women
