ude.In response to your request for polling ideas (“Who the Hell is Peter Gzowski?”, Geist 16), my wife wants to know how many Geist readers sleep in the nude. »»
The real story is truer than fiction, Marj once thought. But where is the truth in an imaginary love story that grows from a correspondence between two old women, separated by the distance between New South Wales and Quebec?
When I called a friend a few weeks ago she said she was in the middle of reading Mondays are Yellow, Sundays are Grey by Ellen Prescott (Douglas & McIntyre) and could not put it down. This sounded like a good recommendation so when I finally got my hands on the book I made sure I had a chunk of time that I could devote to reading it.
When Bill Buford took over Granta magazine in 1979 it was a burned-out case, bankrupt and generally unread. Seven issues later he cut a deal with Penguin that gave the magazine access to a worldwide distribution network and a stable of big-name authors.
The December 1994 issue of Room of One’s Own, subtitled “Geography of Gender,” features the winners of its first annual literary competition, along with nine other finalists. The writing here is very good, the cover is inviting, and they’ve reviewed a couple of my favourite books at the back.
The first volume of King, a “comic book” biography of Martin Luther King (Fantagraphic Books), will not be misinterpreted or appropriated by neo-Nazis. Yet its power is delivered with grace and subtlety.
The close proximity of my new apartment to a repertory cinema has caused me to go through a movie-going renaissance. Unfortunately, most of my discoveries have been in the mediocre to bad category.
The close proximity of my new apartment to a repertory cinema has caused me to go through a movie-going renaissance. Unfortunately, most of my discoveries have been in the mediocre to bad category.
The close proximity of my new apartment to a repertory cinema has caused me to go through a movie-going renaissance. Unfortunately, most of my discoveries have been in the mediocre to bad category.
On a lighter note, Bucket Nut by Liza Cody (Doubleday) was recommended to me by a fellow mystery buff who dropped by the office the other day. I like Liza Cody’s mysteries anyway, but Bucket Nut is by far the most outrageous I’ve read.
