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Moez Surani, The Death of Volodya Putin
Every line enumerated with a note, a reference, seems to be as confident, if not more so, than the last. But it is a purloined confidence, from the headline writers and lede buriers, a farce ad nauseum.
Hugh Thomas, Jangle Straw
This brief collection of mistranslations could only happen in Montreal. It has something of the city in it, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Pearl Pirie, A Couple Sumerians
These poems are domestic, full of love, adoration, and humanity, yet brief, soft, and lightning-sharp, with a recurring motif of eye contact. Intimate.
John Metcalf, What Is A Canadian Literature?
What Is A Canadian Literature? is a thought-provoking work bearing a perspicacity utterly alien to the nimbyist pricks lording over CanLit.
Sarah Moses, Strange Water
If you’re a reader that delights in texts that surprise, then Moses’s Strange Water is a book you’ll want to read.
Manahil Bandukwala, Heliotropia
I am confident when I say it is genuinely so exciting to read and listen to everything Manahil Bandukwala creates.
Brian Dedora, The Apple in The Orchard
Brave, astonishing and unique: now that is exactly how I would describe Brian Dedora’s work.
Paul Auster and J. M. Coetzee at the International Marquee
Originally published Oct 1, 2011 on Literatured.com. The Samuel Beckett student and the screenplay writer are come a long way. Sitting in the balcony, I am in line with J. M. Coetzee, reading from the correspondence he’s had with Paul Auster, stage left. Two great novelists whose letters
