I wrote some new fiction. But you have to buy a coffee to see it.Oct 4, 2014
Like the boy who gives the book its name, Will Starling is quick on its feet, and takes pride in always staying one step ahead of whoever it’s telling its story to. Granted, that’s a little easier when your subject matter is grave robbers, death by candied plum, and the increasingly flimsy line between this life and the next. But the Langley, B.C.-based Weir has plenty more up his sleeve—not least of all a crackerjack lexicon of cobbled-together Georgian slang—to keep the material elevated well above a mere page-turner.
My latest review for the National Post.Oct 21, 2014
Midgley and Sinead also spend time camping on the charmingly named Shark Island, which has an even less charming past, as the site of a former concentration camp during the Namibian genocide. When Midgley asks Sinead if she’d prefer finding a different campsite—one sheltered from the brutal winds that come from a front-row view of the Atlantic, perhaps—she stoically puts on another hoodie and declines. “I want to feel the ocean.”
This week’s column is about Peter Midgley, whose memoir Counting Teeth is about his recent return to his homeland of Namibia, 20 years after the country won its war of independence against South Africa.
His book launches this weekend as part of LitFest—Canada’s only non-fiction festival, y’heard?Oct 17, 2014
There is an unusual amount of time spent studying the knives in Christine’s family’s kitchen. The colour red recurs. And the most prominent object of all is her parents’ ever-present cigarettes, which are both a realistic symbol of life in the ’60s, as well as a coded sign of tension just beneath the surface. During moments of stress, out come the smokes.
This week’s column is about a forgotten Edmonton neighbourhood, as revived by a recent suite of novels by Wendy McGrath. (It also gave me an excuse to do some sweet, sweet research. At one point I cooed to the laptop screen, “Oooh… Bylaw 6767.”)Oct 3, 2014