Things Montréal Has Given the World Recently*

This is obviously a superficial list. Or not so superficial. But Montreal is responsible in many ways for the items on this list. And for some of them, it apologizes….   1. Vice 2. Jessica Paré 3. Georges St-Pierre 4. Jay Baruchel 5. foie gras on everything and the effect this has on everyone else […]

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Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me This Headline From Today’s Salon Wouldn’t Make a Great Title for A Great Short Story

I know I haven’t written much lately. I don’t have a whole heck of a lot to say. I’m a firm believer in not saying something just for the sake of saying something. I don’t believe in talking for no reason. I don’t think we should do anything merely because we can. (Like the executive […]

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On Vacation

You go away with the stated intention of getting “recharged” and that’s just what you do. You get recharged. Recharging involves UNcharging in many ways, unplugging and finding a place off the grid so that all you do is read (and read and read – a bunch of my reviews of stuff I read is […]

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And Yet Another Installment in the March of the Novel (or Slow Cooking is the Best Cooking)

The slow (but steady) march toward publishing, as inexorable as a stream finding the ocean, forward. Editing. Done. Copy Editing. Done. First two rounds of drafts for the covers. Yes. (this is going to be a good looking book, I can tell you that, this is the designer’s website) And then there’s more waiting. Holy […]

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We were lost in the woods and just as panic set in we stumbled upon a camp of nudists and then another, more visceral, kind of panic set in.

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So then, whatever, LOL. She’s off the phone now and catches me looking at her. Are we despairing for the dire state of youth again? she asks.

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She points to the stains on the wall. I will never again clean this wall, she says. I stare at the wall. I don’t care for this wall, I say.

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I got home from the studio. My mother called. I thought you said the camera only added ten pounds, she said. Then I drank a bottle of vodka.

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She says, You don’t remember any of it? And try as I might I can’t say that I do. No, I say. She kisses me then. We’re good to go, she says.

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I held her close, and though she wanted to struggle she melted into my embrace. This is not poverty, I whispered. We both knew I was a liar.

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