One imagines these are the kind of stories that erupt from a phrase overheard at a restaurant or eavesdropped from a park bench. Cormorant Books, 2012 These are not the kinds of stories that come complete with detailed descriptions and backgrounds; it`s hard to imagine Cary Fagan filling
The reader is introduced to Colin's brother, Ross, when he's wearing both hats, cutting the lawn in front of the school, one of the hats being a floppy pink strawhat that his mother wore in the garden. He is viewed through the window, Colin and his work-mates on one side
Copernicus Avenue ends in a snarl of streetcar tracks. "We reached the bottom of the street where it widens into a multi-veined delta of streetcar tracks." Andrew J. Borkowski's Copernicus Avenue is a series of stories that intersect with each other, just as the rails from Queen Street, King Street, and the Avenue
In today's bookish chatter: a plateful of Rosemary Nixon's Kalila and two snack-sized servings of Britt Holmström's Leaving Berlin and George Elliot Clarke's Red. If Rosemary Nixon's Kalila came with a cover summary, many readers would put the book aside. And, yet, only a few pages into the story, the
These stories turn on moments in which their characters are yanked from their everyday existences. That ordinary, day-to-day life? It's there, and the reader understands its dimensions, but the focus is elsewhere. "Hard, steady work, and no money in it either. When there was fish, there was no price for
