I thought it might be interesting to find one anecdote to best encapsulate the strange life of William Seabrook. But, then, his life was so full of incident and he knew so many of the kind of people who are ornaments to any reminiscence that it seemed too daunting a task.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Richard Myrle Buckley, a former logger, was not only decades outside his time, he was untamable and unclassifiable. Some other way lies fame and fortune, his way lies legend.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: The most notorious of all female spies, the personification of the femme fatale, the mysterious exotic and erotic dancer from the East, Mata Hari was really Margaretha Geertruida Zelle, who broke away from her Friesland home in the Netherlands by answering a personal ad in the newspaper.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: According to the reporter on the Virginia City Enterprise, a fellow named Mark Twain, Menken had the effect of “a vast spray of gas jets.” She was “a magnificent spectacle.” Not a star but “a whole constellation.”
FROM THE ARCHIVE: By the time Eliza Lynch was 25 years old she owned more real estate than any other woman in the world: in addition to dozens of town and city properties, 10 million hectares of countryside.
Sure, there’s the adage “What’s old is new,” but does that really explain why the world’s original alcoholic beverage is creating buzz again?
What is it to be Canadian? That’s probably impossible to define, and we’ve twisted ourselves in knots trying to figure that out. This Canada Day, we revisit a favourite essay on the subject.
When words fail, a photograph does not. And with the rise of image-heavy social media apps like Instagram, photojournalists have become the unsung heroes of truth. Does it matter who stands behind the lens?
FROM THE ARCHIVE: Revisiting a memorable trip to Japan, where a cherry-blossom party runs wild and romance cuts short.