
The French writer Julien Gracq, who will be ninety-seven this year, is a living link to the era of Louis Aragon and André Breton. Gracq has avoided the kind of recognition that most modern writers crave (he refused the Prix Goncourt in 1951), and his body of work is little known on this continent.
After last call at three a.m. the sunon the horizon like a giant lodestarwould guide us over uneven boardwalks and dirt roadstoward the George Black Ferry, acrossthe mud-fed Yukon River to where our hidden worldof tents lay inside a maze of birch,where branches knocked and clacked in the windlike the restless bones of ghosts,where someone always screamed blue murder backat the landlocked sled dogs as they criedand howled at the lingering seasonand stunning lack of darknessinside the night...
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Notes & Dispatches from JORDAN KAWCHUK, GRAINNE DOWNEY, JOSE TEODORO, JESSICA BAKAR, and ALEXIS MACISAAC; Poetry by DENISE DA COSTA; New fiction by GRACE BOWNESS; Feature essays from JUDY LEBLANC and DANIEL ALLEN COX ...and much more!

