FROM THE ARCHIVE: “Hold all my calls, I’m sleeping with Mr. Darcy tonight!” So went my cheeky last words to the innkeeper at The Peacock at Rowsley Hotel. A mere year ago, Colin Firth slipped between these very sheets.
In his third novel, The Horrors: An A to Z of Funny Thoughts on Awful Things, Canadian comedian Charles Demers explores the defining traumas of his life through a series of abecedarian essays in which no topic is too sensitive.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Books crammed in from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, hand-lettered signs, a feeling of bohemian creativity, empty wine glasses that will be filled at the conclusion of this fictional book-reading: this is Shakespeare and Company.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Summer is over. Distant memory for you, perhaps, but for me, I’m being dragged out of it, my nails scraping furrows in August’s deep green shag carpet. I love the summer because, at last, I can read whatever I want.
Forget everything you know about novels of the immigrant experience.
For half a century David Suzuki has been a cautioning voice about our stewardship of the planet.
I do love it when a book with the word “enthralling” on its back cover actually turns out to be enthralling.
FROM THE ARCHIVE:For 30 years, the Louis Vuitton Cup has been a rite of passage for those looking to claim victory at America’s Cup, the world’s most prestigious sailing competition.
There’s no end to the catalogue of ways humans suffer, and manage to inflict suffering: illness and injury, psychic suffering, material deprivation, heartache, loneliness, catastrophe, separation, history, bad luck.