"You don't know how to life your life anymore and you start drowning in it." House of Anansi, 2012 That's the thing about depression, Lynn Crosbie explains in an interview with Shelagh Rogers on CBC Radio. She describes what happens when you really start looking at the world, with
I sat with this story for a good while. I re-read it. More than once. Let it sink in as familiar. I leafed through it on other occasions, when I was between tasks at my desk. I randomly picked out passages and murmured them aloud. I sat and stared out
“Number One, satire is not on. Critics love it, real people turn it off." That from the satirical novel Easy to Like*, which takes on Canadian media just as Linda Svendsen takes on Canadian politics in Sussex Drive. Of course, Edward Riche was satirizing the idea of satire
The first time that I finished reading this story, I thought it was all about happiness. No doubt influenced by the last line and by the knowledge of later Alice Munro stories pulling that theme to their hearts. (The collection Too Much Happiness immediately comes to mind.) After I read
It's not something you hear much about anymore: once, people more commonly pitched fits, threw fits, had fits, staged fits. Hissy fits. Crying fits. (Now rants and tantrums.) A fit of rage. A fit of pique. A fit of temper. Blustery and ephemeral. Unpredictable and dramatic. Fits, whether in human nature
