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Miles Franklin Award Winner 1978: Tirra Lirra by the River

2014-03-20T19:54:11-04:00

"Food and hot tea lift my spirits." So says Nora Porteous, who has returned to her family home in Australia, a “wretched and slothful old woman”. 1978; Penguin Books, 1984 Well, some might think her so. Wretched. Slothful. Old. At least, she muses that it's possible. But Nora works against

Miles Franklin Award Winner 1978: Tirra Lirra by the River2014-03-20T19:54:11-04:00

That Tune Clutches My Heart

2014-03-20T19:54:23-04:00

Gaspereau Press, 2008 When I was in high school, it mattered a great deal : what radio station you listened to. There were more than two, but there only two that mattered: CJBK or CKSL. Knowing which station someone’s radio was tuned to revealed a cornerstone to their

That Tune Clutches My Heart2014-03-20T19:54:23-04:00

Tamara Levine’s But Hope is Longer (2012)

2014-03-20T19:54:32-04:00

When Tamara Levine was diagnosed with breast cancer, she began sending e-mail letters to about fifty family members, friends and colleagues, to keep everybody in the loop. Second Story Press, 2012 Almost immediately, these letters took on a great significance in her Healing Journey, offering a kind of

Tamara Levine’s But Hope is Longer (2012)2014-03-20T19:54:32-04:00

Gerry Fostaty’s As You Were (2011)

2014-03-20T19:54:41-04:00

It's the summer of 1974, twenty-five kilometres north of Quebec City, and eighteen-year-old Gerry Fostaty is on a cadet training assignment. Goose Lane Editions, 2011 A cadet training assignment on a Canadian Forces base? I know nothing of this world, beyond what I've gleaned from "Private Benjamin", "An

Gerry Fostaty’s As You Were (2011)2014-03-20T19:54:41-04:00

“Dear Life” Alice Munro

2014-03-20T19:54:50-04:00

This the last of four stories published at the end of Dear Life under Finale, four works that are "not quite stories" but, rather, works "autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact. I believe they are the first and last -- and the closest -- things I

“Dear Life” Alice Munro2014-03-20T19:54:50-04:00
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