"If we’re lucky, art can help us through our wolfishness."* And it does, indeed, help Virginia get through her wolfishness. As does her sister, Vanessa. And the painting of Bloomsberry. What's this? A children's book about Virginia Woolf? But we all know how THAT story ends. And, yet,
It's a busy reading season, and being smitten with prizelists adds to its intensity. As does the amazing schedule of events at the International Festival of Authors. Which included a reading, on Monday night, of the Governor General's English Fiction shortlist, which includes Tamas Dobozy's Siege 13, Robert Hough's Dr Brinkley's Tower, Vincent
Jonathan Goldstein's short reading from I'll Seize the Day Tomorrow was very funny. He read its introduction, along with a short piece about Mary Poppins and The Penguin and umbrella usage, and a longer story about the time his mother asked him to go with her to the store to
Sixteen-year-old "Mouse" Bradford feels like a monster, with her companion, Alice, her humpback. How fitting, then, that there are bars on the windows of Bath Ladies' College, the boarding school to which she is sent in late 1963. "My God! It looks like a prison," her father says, driving up
So, I printed out the names of the authors appearing at this year's International Festival of Authors at Harbourfront in Toronto next month. Two pages, three columns: if it's a murder of crows, what does one call a big group of writers? Whatever you call it? That's what's in store
