For the past couple of weeks, I have been listening to Joseph Boyden's Through Black Spruce on my daily walks. I was walking in full summer, listening to descriptions of winter in Moose Factory in Northern Ontario. The clusters of cloud in the story were from the exhaust of snowmobiles in
This isn't necessarily a story that you will know. Penguin Books, 1993 And nor are you expected to. "We all know how history comes down to us, which stories, which versions tend to be passed on." But here, in Free Enterprise, in a novel, we might find another
Beginning: Was it like this before? A slow start, a growing realization that these characters are not trying to be likeable, only to be believable? Doubleday Canada, 2015 Pip (short for Purity) seems rather like a middle-aged woman in a young woman's skin, so many worries and an overwhelming sense
It begins with Butterworm "the neighborhood's oldest resident", the tale slipping between his bared teeth: Courtney Crumrin: The Night Things, written and illustrated by Ted Naifeh (Oni Press 2012). He introduces readers to Courtney Crumrin, who is new in town. Her parents have run out of credit and have begged rooms with
You and your books have been a real downer lately. It's not me, it's you. This was not in the stack. If it had been, I would have known that sadness awaited. True, I stacked them there. But "disturbing and yet deeply moving" on the back cover did
