Cynthia Flood’s The English Stories (2009)

2014-03-09T19:37:50-05:00

Cynthia Flood's The English Stories Biblioasis, 2009 The end of the first story in Cynthia Flood's collection of interconnected stories goes like this: "Sometimes she took off the lid and put her nose right into the box, to inhale." Readers only met Amanda Ellis nine pages ago, so you might think

Cynthia Flood’s The English Stories (2009)2014-03-09T19:37:50-05:00

Nicole Brossard’s Fences in Breathing (2007)

2014-03-09T16:22:33-05:00

Nicole Brossard's Fences in Breathing, Translated from the French (2007), Susanne de Lotbiniere-Harwood Coach House Books, 2009 Today's bookish book was an easy choice because I had chosen Nicole Brossard as one of the writers whose feminist writing I wanted to explore for this year's Women Unbound Reading Challenge and

Nicole Brossard’s Fences in Breathing (2007)2014-03-09T16:22:33-05:00

Calamity’s Brand of Sassy Compassion

2014-03-09T15:58:28-05:00

Nalo Hopkinson's The New Moon's Arms Warner, 2003 Last Sunday I mentioned Nalo Hopkinson's 2003 novel, The Salt Roads; today I've got her 2007 novel The New Moon's Arms on the book-brain. I finished reading it on the front porch on an exceptionally lovely summer afternoon, the sort which is

Calamity’s Brand of Sassy Compassion2014-03-09T15:58:28-05:00

Joan Barfoot’s Dancing in the Dark (1982)

2014-03-09T15:55:22-05:00

Joan Barfoot's Dancing in the Dark Macmillan, 1982 (not the image shown) When I re-read Abra earlier this month, I mentioned that it felt both quiet and revolutionary at the same time. The narrator's self-discovery is relayed through the filter of memory, and the bulk of the action is internal,

Joan Barfoot’s Dancing in the Dark (1982)2014-03-09T15:55:22-05:00

Nalo Hopkinson’s The Salt Roads (2003)

2020-05-21T16:17:10-05:00

Nalo Hopkinson The Salt Roads Warner Books, 2003 Reading Nalo Hopkinson’s work makes me stretch. I don’t mean that literally: I pretzel myself to avoid interruption so I can read just one more story, just one more chapter, really, just one more page. But even when my legs are wedged

Nalo Hopkinson’s The Salt Roads (2003)2020-05-21T16:17:10-05:00
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