I assume that babies born in the Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia, are wrapped in a receiving blanket with a copy of Ernest Buckler’s 1952 novel tucked into its folds. It’s #23 on the New Canadian Library list of classics, which launched in 1958. And Quill & Quire ranked
Kaggsy’s and Lizzy’s fifth annual celebration of Indie publishers in the UK is a regular reminder to celebrate the independent voices in this industry. All month, I’ve been reading with this event in mind, and I am finishing just in time to contribute. (My first post was here. The
The other day I wrote about the pair of Heinemann Classics I’ve read this year. Maybe you’ve seen their quintessential orange and black and white covers. They look a little like the vintage Penguins some people collect. But mostly I’ve been reading contemporary African writers. Sometimes, after Bill made
Today’s discussion includes four more books by Indigenous authors adding to the previous days’ bookchat (one, two, three, four), sparked by Indigenous Peoples Day on June 21st. In Joseph Kakwinokanasum’s My Indian Summer (2022) the chapters are named for songs from Hunter’s youth: from “Love Will Keep us Together”
Last time, I wrote about three books by Indigenous writers (three prior, four before that), and today I’m writing about three more: a work of art and history, a memoir, and a novel. Carey Newman and Kirstie Hudson’s Picking up the Pieces: Residential School Memories and the Making of
