"Those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives."
- W.G. Sebald
WATER Hopelessly conformist to any vessel, wavers beneath the smallest breath, takes on the colours of childhood. If you try to reason it
I feel pain a yak says when I stick a backgammon set in my eye or Celine Dion I should clarify the yak says grammar is a rich ape that
There in my favourite bar, Legends, whose walls were plastered with photos of Theodor Herzl and that girl who sang “You Light Up My
ndp Endgame James Laxer’s perceptive critique of the New Democratic Party’s role in our recent
How a mind-bending plant-based drug made its way from the Amazon jungle to the US Supreme Court
Bibliographies from the July/August 2006 issue
Greenland, 2000 — The expedition was operated by an adventure-tour company, but the Lyubov Orlova was an
On top of the TV there was a picture, colourized and framed, of baby Gail sitting on my father’s knee, with her name printed in the top right corner: Gail Gallant at 3 months
There are occasions when, looking out from the top storey of the Independence Building, Joey Smallwood wishes he could
For columnist Andrew Coyne, a telltale line in last spring’s budget was the promise to improve the tax treatment
By the time I left China, I had either thrown away or lost my childhood collection of memorabilia from the Cultural Revolution
A nomadic tribe confronts the latest chapter in Afghanistan’s tumultuous history
Dublin is overrun with Eurotrash. To get to know the real Ireland, seek solitude and solace along the country’s many beaches
The literature of two island outposts, Newfoundland and Tasmania, has captured the international imagination
It was an ill-advised journey. You don’t go to Jamaica in August unless you grew up there. Too hot. And those roosters.
What kept her eyes open was not the muscles in her head but an interest in everything about her. Every day, something new, or something she knew
Vancouver, 2006/1970s —This past spring I worked with four friends from my 1984 art-school grad class ripping
A good set of underwear can reveal who we want to be
New Orleans, 2004 — The heat of the day has given way to an inky, balmy Louisiana night, our car windows rolled
