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Ben Rawluk: Superheart

Ben Rawluk: Superheart

SUPERHEART Ben Rawluk This is about saving the world.  Steel Fury leans forward in the passenger seat of the Foxcar, stainless steel helmet knocking against the windshield, Foxboy grinding his teeth behind the wheel, suspension so terrible you really feel it when the Foxcar hits a crack in the pavement, or a pile of trash,...
QVC 2

QVC 2

Earlier this winter Ben Fama invited several authors to contribute to the folio that follows, titled QVC. Participants were asked to write ~150 words about something they’d recently bought, bought into, invested themselves in, or otherwise consumed, a brief and thoughtful look into their relationship to an item or subject they wished to discuss. The inaugural...
Bukem Reitmayer in Conversation with Kevin Barry

Bukem Reitmayer in Conversation with Kevin Barry

Bukem Reitmayer (BR): You started writing about Limerick, Dublin, Cork city, eventually you made your own city, Bohane, and then you began to write about County Sligo – what’s next? Where do you go from here? You mentioned before that you are getting closer and closer to home – what do you mean by that? Kevin...
Mira Mattar: Perhaps a finch, a finch perhaps

Mira Mattar: Perhaps a finch, a finch perhaps

Its head is ordinary. Its head is inquisitive. Its head is ordinary and inquisitive. Its head is ordinary but inquisitive. It is a head that is ordinary and inquisitive. It is a head that is ordinary but inquisitive. Can what is ordinary not also be inquisitive? Ordinariness does not preclude inquisitiveness. It is ordinary because...
Martha Baillie: The Search for Heinrich Schlögel - A Novel Sent in Fragments

Martha Baillie: The Search for Heinrich Schlögel – A Novel Sent in Fragments

Bitten by doubt, I pick at my prose. I stop writing. Though the novel is nearly done, a crucial element is missing. To prevent myself from destroying the manuscript, why not turn it into something other? Could it “coexist” in a second form? In the novel the year is 1974 and a teenaged German, named...
Marianne Ackerman on Donna Tartt: The Goldfinch

Marianne Ackerman on Donna Tartt: The Goldfinch

Twenty pages into The Goldfinch (Little Brown and Company, 2013) I started having chest pains, accompanied by shortness of breath. My wrist tingled. I figured it must be something I ate, or maybe early signs of a heart attack. But the most obvious source of discomfort lay close at hand, no more than twelve, maybe...
Jonathan Ball: Misreading Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven"

Jonathan Ball: Misreading Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”

Whenever I teach “The Raven,” a number of students assume a particular misreading: that the narrator has murdered Lenore, and that the raven of the poem symbolizes his guilty conscience. I’m always shocked by how naturally this misreading comes. Students seem to realize it’s not sustainable as a “reasonable” interpretation, but prefer it to more...
La Théorie, un dimanche: we want to hear from you

La Théorie, un dimanche: we want to hear from you

In celebration of Quebec’s diverse writing by women, we’re putting a celebratory folio together for the fall that captures the impact that La Théorie, un dimanche (remue-ménage, 1988) and its recent translation Theory, A Sunday (Belladonna*, 2013) has had since its initial publication in the eighties. We invite you to submit 300-800* words in any...
Sina Queyras: The M Word

Sina Queyras: The M Word

WHAT WE WON’T TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT MOTHERING When I first saw a Tweet announcing the impending publication of The M Word I Tweeted in response that if the book makes me laugh more than sigh, I would love it. The Tweet was half provocation, half earnest, but as I waded into the...
Heather O'Neill: from The Girl Who Was Saturday Night

Heather O’Neill: from The Girl Who Was Saturday Night

Girls! Girls! Girls! I was heading along Rue Sainte-Catherine to sign up for night school. There was a cat outside a strip joint going in a circle. I guessed it had learned that behaviour from a stripper. I picked it up in my arms. “What’s new, pussycat,” I said. All the buildings on that block...
Doretta Lau: Left and Leaving

Doretta Lau: Left and Leaving

In the winter of 1997, world leaders descended upon Vancouver to discuss important matters. Two kids in Victoria battered and drowned a girl they barely knew. The dead girl, Reena Virk, and I were the same age: fourteen. Dozens of women who lived in the Down- town Eastside had disappeared, but few people seemed concerned....
Mary Ruefle: Trances of the Blast

Mary Ruefle: Trances of the Blast

Various. Precise. Small openings. A journey from one side of the hour to the other. This is not a review. This is also a movement. Like walking into spring while carrying two small dogs under arm and balancing ice cream cones. I thought, this is a cool noise, like ice cracking under the sand. Or...
Bukem Reitmayer on Vivek Shraya: God Loves Hair

Bukem Reitmayer on Vivek Shraya: God Loves Hair

They say Your skin is blue because You are infinite like the sky and the ocean of milk You rest on. I wish my skin was blue. So begins the piece entitled “Dear Vishnu” in Vivek Shraya’s playful and intimate collection of prose poem-like stories, God Loves Hair (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2014). Among brief flashes...
Waaseyaa’sin Christine Sy on Indigenous Literatures: The Politics of the Invitation

Waaseyaa’sin Christine Sy on Indigenous Literatures: The Politics of the Invitation

It may be argued that the field of literature, as an art, is marginalized in Canada in terms of disciplinary focus and financial support in comparison to say economics, politics, or science. The same may be said for literature as a cultural process, artifact, and product—the funding of literature and priority in funding literature is...
Larry Tremblay: The Obese Christ

Larry Tremblay: The Obese Christ

THE THING The arrow was about to pierce the nape of my neck. Though I ran as fast as I could, raced down steep roads, leapt across ditches, climbed hills, it anticipated my every move, pursued me like a baying hound. I had no chance to escape. Resigned, I stopped running, and stiff and straight...
Kate Sterns on Claire Messud: The Woman Upstairs

Kate Sterns on Claire Messud: The Woman Upstairs

Nora Eldridge, the narrator of Claire Messud’s latest novel, The Woman Upstairs (Random House, 2013), is by her own description one of those quiet women—middle-aged, single, dutiful—who live “at the end of the third floor hallway, whose trash is always tidy, [and] who smiles brightly in the stairwell with a cheerful greeting.” (Cats are optional.)...
Su Croll: Get it on. Bang a gong

Su Croll: Get it on. Bang a gong

Mira: ……..She didn’t know why but, out of the blue, Mira thought of Taylor. She remembered how he’d scared her. Her drinking had started to scare her too. She’d wake up and forget where she’d been or what she’d been up to, though maybe that was kind of the point in those long years after...
QVC 1

QVC 1

Earlier this winter I invited several authors to contribute to the folio that follows, titled QVC. Participants were asked to write ~150 words about something they’d recently bought, bought into, invested themselves in, or otherwise consumed, a brief and thoughtful look into their relationship to an item or subject they wish to discuss. QVC, as...
Rae Spoon: Gender Failure

Rae Spoon: Gender Failure

In January of 2008, I heard about a new website that allowed people to post videos of themselves online for the world to see. I was feeling a bit cut off from my own world because at the time I was living in a small town in Germany. I decided to record a video of...
Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer: All the Broken Things

Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer: All the Broken Things

The truck lurched into a field, the trucks and trailers lined up in a makeshift parking lot. Gerry swung the truck around so the back end faced a cage set up there. Choking dust rose up around them as they got out. Bo pulled his rucksack onto his back, felt the soft thump of the...
David Buuck & Juliana Spahr: The Side Effect

David Buuck & Juliana Spahr: The Side Effect

She had done what she usually did. Upon arrival at her office, she turned on all her machines, the lights and the computer and the recording devices and the printer, and then proceeded to go through the new stack of forms, along with the student papers, the administrative emails, the healthcare forms, the websites, blogs,...
Justin Herrmann: The Brothel War

Justin Herrmann: The Brothel War

I was taken to a brothel a few times when I was thirteen and lived in a small town in Texas near the Mexican border. I had a friend, Bill Howard, whose dad was somehow or another involved in the Mexican radio industry and would meet business associates across the border at a place called...

Anne Boyer: FORMULARY FOR NEW FEELING

“The Hacienda must be built.”— Ivan Chtcheglov[1] All furrowed foreheads are evidentiary. We can’t go three hours without encountering embodiments expressing obstacles in their backs. We move within repulsing and adhesive bodies whose sensations constantly draw us toward other bodies, also repulsing and adhesive. Certain entertainments, certain sensate hourly activities, allow us to brush against this information,...

m k s v o l c o f s k Y: Cæsura

It’s not in the river but in the ocean this time, where I wake up and find I’m too far out to get back.  It’s bright day and cloudless; the sky severe transparent blue, a gas flame with high yellow strangle.  I’m struck by the lack of panic in me; I tread water, turning like...
Shelagh Plunkett: White girl

Shelagh Plunkett: White girl

  I was standing in bright sunlight waiting, once again, to shake a famous hand. Canada’s Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau was coming to Guyana, going to land that day, and I was there to shake his hand, or hoping to at least. That shake-hand time I wasn’t there to represent a nation or a race,...

Moez Surani: Real Life

  He would have consecrated more than a hundred tender and ironic pages to it, and would have embellished them with complex and scrupulous dialogue; he may well have added a touch of melodrama. The essence of the story… – J. L.BORGES, “THE DUEL” (I) “You look good,” he said, “with your glasses and your...

Chris Gilmore on Alice Munro’s Prue

“Prue.” The Moons of Jupiter,  Alice Munro. Penguin, 2006. Essay By Chris Gilmore Prue: “Somebody Who Doesn’t Take Herself Too Seriously”  In “Prue,” the title character is described as “somebody who doesn’t take herself too seriously” (Munro 130). In moderation, humility is an admirable trait; however, Prue’s humility is so pervasive that it becomes a generalized sense of...

Aimee Wall on Vickie Gendreau’s Testament

Testament, Vickie Gendreau. Le Quartanier, 2012. Essay by Aimee Wall JEAN SHORT PARTY.DOC We are enfants terribles. We are fils absents. We are du même nom de famille plate. We are histoire plate. We are même pas dignes de mention. We are quand même dans ta playlist. We are pas loin de plein d’autres noms...
Lemon Hound Turns One: A Prose & Narrative Folio

Lemon Hound Turns One: A Prose & Narrative Folio

Bark, Bark! Lemon Hound turns one! For our one-year anniversary we offer you a special Prose & Narrative folio. We do so to affirm our commitment to engaging in a wide swath of contemporary literature and signal our intention to publish the best, most exciting new voices. Our first ever folio includes excerpts from several...
Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Yann Martel

Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Yann Martel

Life of Pi, Yann Martel. Vintage Canada, 2002.  by Jonathan Ball Misreadings imagines alternative (or détourned) versions of literary and film works, and subjects these nonexistent imaginings to analysis. Let’s imagine that Yann Martel’s much-admired and much-maligned novel Life of Pi is, in secret fact, a horror novel. The most obvious horror-story aspect of Martel’s novel...
Entretien: Pierre Dumayet et Michèle Bernstein

Entretien: Pierre Dumayet et Michèle Bernstein

Entretien entre Pierre Dumayet et Michèle Berstein au sujet de Tous les chevaux du roi. Source: YouTube Durée : 8 min 9 sec. Pierre Dumayet (PD): C’est un premier roman. C’est un livre très brillant, très narquois. On ne voit pas pourquoi il n’aurait pas de succès, je lui en souhaite. Il a tout pour plaire ou...
In Conversation: Pierre Dumayet & Michèle Bernstein (English)

In Conversation: Pierre Dumayet & Michèle Bernstein (English)

Pierre Dumayet in Conversation with Michèle Bernstein on All the King’s Horses Source: YouTube Duration: 8 min 9 sec. Pierre Dumayet (PD): This is a first novel. This is a brilliant book, very sardonic. I can’t see why it wouldn’t be successful; at least I hope it will be. It has everything or almost everything to...

Maureen Latta: Moon Boy

The whole evening felt off. Right from the start. Trace’s townhouse is across the street from my house, a few blocks toward Cataraqui mall. And, this evening, her stepfather answers the door. Trace’s stepdad is usually up north working on a pipeline, which is fine with Trace because she hates him. Simple as that. Hates....

Joel Katelnikoff: Girl, Gun, Zigzag

Once, the sun disappeared behind a red and yellow circle. Now there is only a circle and we have never seen the sun. Anna’s wooden bracelet is adorned with pictures of saints. We play cards in the garden, beneath blue sky. Begin at the beginning and go on till you reach the end; then stop....

Caitlin Scarano: With the Head of a Bear

“As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilling thought.”  –Anne Carson  “When what we understand about what we are changes, whole parts of us fall mute.” –Frank Bidart I think that I’ve learned: everything deserves gentleness. These days, I tell more people about what happened. When I...
Lydia Davis: Willem Maris, A Story

Lydia Davis: Willem Maris, A Story

WILLEM MARIS   Willem Maris, the 19th-century Dutch painter whose two brothers were also painters, spent his whole life painting cows and calves–in meadow settings, with ditches and willows, sometimes in ponds. He spent the first third of his career, it was said, learning to depict cows and calves in an anatomically correct manner.  In...
Rachel Careau: Four Fictions

Rachel Careau: Four Fictions

Anatomy Lesson On November 29 the remains of a pigeon lie along the path of my morning walk—the wings, the spine, two crabbed feet, other inedible parts. Between November 27 and December 24 they lie one day to the right of the path, the next to the left, and the next again to the right....
Daniel Canty: Wigrum

Daniel Canty: Wigrum

From Wigrum. La Peuplade, 2011. Daniel Canty is a Montreal-based writer and film director who works in literature, film, theatre and design, and new media. His first book, Êtres Artificiels (Liber, 1997), is a history of automata in American literature. He has also devised three award-winning collaborative books: Cité selon (2006), on the city; La Table des Matières (2007), on eating; and Le...
Catherine Bush: Accusation

Catherine Bush: Accusation

from Accusation, Goose Lane Editions, 2013. What am I supposed to do, he shouted.  His voice dropped, contrite.  I’m sorry.  Raymond Renaud’s hand reached out across the car, as if to touch Sara’s arm, before skidding away.  Behind the wheel, steering the car through the night, she had a sudden image of Raymond flying through the...
A.L. Snijders: Container

A.L. Snijders: Container

CONTAINER translated by Lydia Davis On the highway from Rotterdam to Vladivostok, on the train through the Betuwe, on the ships on the Twentekanaal, everywhere, I see the containers that hold our earthly possessions. Last week, I sat in that sort of locked container for eight hours. Not alone, I was in the company of...
Alex Leslie: Stories Like Birds

Alex Leslie: Stories Like Birds

She is told to never go into the ocean alone. Of course, she goes into the ocean alone. Remote: they drove hours past a post office and then a tree covered in bras, nailed into the bark by loggers. Laura watched the D cups, stained by rain and the orange inner bark, flock past the...
Oana Avasilichioaei: Wigrum

Oana Avasilichioaei: Wigrum

From Wigrum, Daniel Canty. Trans. Oana Avasilichioaei. TalonBooks, 2013. Oana Avasilichioaei is a poet, translator, and editor whose poetry collections include We, Beasts (winner of the Quebec Writers’ Federation’s A.M. Klein Prize for Poetry) and feria: a poempark. She has translated the work of Romanian poet Nichita Stanescu and Quebecois writer Louise Cotnoir. Click on the image below to...
Adania Shibli: Butterflies and Helicopters

Adania Shibli: Butterflies and Helicopters

08.02.2000 Exactly at the foot of the wall, where empty beer bottles had been thrown, some blades of grass sprouted. On top of the wall we stood looking at the sea. And over the sea, along with our looks, a harsh wind was passing. The wind was just pinching its surface, not bothering to wave...
Robert Majzels: For Sure

Robert Majzels: For Sure

From For Sure, France Daigle. Trans. Robert Majzels. Anansi Press, 2013.  Robert Majzels is a novelist, poet, playwright and translator. He lives in Calgary. Click on the image below to view the excerpt. [For Sure Excerpt]
France Daigle: Pour sûr

France Daigle: Pour sûr

From Pour sûr. Boréal, 2011.  France Daigle is a prize-winning Acadian writer of novels and plays in French. Her novel Pour sûr not only won her first GG award, but also received the Prix Antonine-Maillet Acadie Vie 2012. Since publishing her first novel, Sans jamais parler du vent, she has written some ten novels, four plays, contributed to film scripts...
Etgar Keret: Cramps

Etgar Keret: Cramps

That night I dreamt that I was a forty-year old woman, and my husband was a retired colonel. He was running a community center in a poor neighborhood, and his social skills were shit. His workers hated him, because he kept yelling at them. They complained that he treated them like they were in basic...

Donald Anderson: Should You Experience an Erection Lasting More than Four Hours . . . and Further Guidance

Should You Experience an Erection Lasting More than Four Hours . . . and Further Guidance by Donald Anderson HERE’S WHAT YOU’VE HEARD: Don’t eat at a place called “Mom’s,” don’t play cards with a man named “Slim,” and don’t go to bed with a person who has more problems than you do. Don’t stick your...

John C. Goodman: Beyond Narrative

by John C. Goodman “I declare,” she sobbed, “I never was so cut up since your mama and my papa not Doyce and Clennam for this once but give the precious little thing a cup of tea and make her put it to her lips at least pray Arthur do, not even Mr F.’s last...
Jane Silcott: Methuselah

Jane Silcott: Methuselah

Methuselah  I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be. —Joan Didion   “Of course I’m going to climb it,” the woman said, looking at me with that “why state the obvious?” question on her face. “I’m here. I have to do it.” We were in the cooking shelter at...
Memoirs & How We Review Women's Books

Memoirs & How We Review Women’s Books

Every Thing Rustles, Jane Silcott. Anvil, 2013. Drunk Mom, Jowita Bydlowska. Doubleday Canada, 2013. by Sina Queyras “But that Montreal scene, I say, cringing.” –Sarah Hampson I had always planned to read Drunk Mom, the memoir by Jowita Bydlowska. As a writer and a relatively new mother, it intrigued. Still, I wasn’t planning on reading it so soon–or so fast–like I...