Bonne Saint-Jean à toutes et tous !

So the next book on the pile is Elsa Gidlow's autobiography, Elsa: I Come With My Songs. Which, in spite of its atrocious title, is actually a rather good book ( Read more... )

I know, I post this every year. But I think it's a more honest poem than "In Flanders Fields" - more reflective of what it felt like for a farmboy to be dragged by conscription from his home and everything he knew, and tossed into the meatgrinder of World War I ( Read more... )

My next item up for review is bill bisset's* volume of poetry narrativ enigma / rumours of hurricane. It will be my shortest review ever: It sucked.

Oh, I had high hopes. I actually like Canadian poetry. Back before Indigo eliminated it, I could often be found amidst the tumbleweeds and cobwebs in their Canadian poetry section, and spending ( Read more... )

So I've been trying to review some of the books that have been sitting on my to-review pile for ages.

( review continues for La Nuit Des Princes Charmants by Michel Tremblay )

So I made it in. On the trip from Calgary, I wasn't entirely sure. I suspect that plane was something the Red Baron shot down and Air Canada had refurbished, and that it gained the power of flight through happy thoughts.

I'm a slow reader, but I read all of a manga and two-fifths of Michel Tremblay's La Nuit des Prince Charmants. La Nuit is ( Read more... )

I came very close to simply giving up and stopping in the middle of David Nimmons' The Soul Beneath the Skin. I'm glad I kept with it, though. It got better after that chapter.

Some thoughts:

( Review continues )