Bookselling in 1925
My grandfather did his undergraduate degree at Mt. Allison University in Sackville N.B. After his first year, he was seriously short of cash and tho
from raw sewage to poetry
On planet Dave, there is a special governmental agency called the Department of Epidemiology and Immigration. I've come to regard these two discipli
My grandfather did his undergraduate degree at Mt. Allison University in Sackville N.B. After his first year, he was seriously short of cash and tho
I must be an unwitting member of the slow reading movement -- or at least of the long reading movement. As part of my summer reading list, I've been
I love this little piece of graffiti I found near the intersection of Nassau St. & Spadina Ave. in Toronto. As graffiti, it's not great. File
Before the Toronto's 30th annual Pride Parade began yesterday, I caught some drama running past. A protester pretending to be police officer in riot g
Me and my camera spent yesterday wandering around downtown Toronto to see what we could see of preparations for the G20 summit which will be blessing
Graham Swift's The Light of Day opens with all the promise of a standard detective potboiler. We meet an ex-cop private investigator named George We
Remember Apple's "1984" commercial -- the one where the woman smashes the giant video screen while thousands of blank-eyed automatons look on, and the
One of the worst things that can happen to a marginalized group is to go mainstream. When the revolutionaries become the ruling party, you know you'
Introducing the latest poetry magazine to show its face in Canada -- this one from Vancouver: it's called Poetry Is Dead. Irony abounds. For ex
Jean Vanier's Becoming Human serves as an excellent companion piece to Jaron Lanier's You Are Not A Gadget which I reviewed earlier this month. You
In my review of the Kobo eReader, I acknowledged that pre-release reviews complained about problems adjusting font sizes, but I stated that I didn't e