M.A.C. Farrant is the author of fifteen works of fiction, non-fiction and memoir, and two plays. The Great Happiness, a volume of miniature fiction, will be released by Talonbooks in spring 2019.
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M.A.C. Farrant
Stories from a West Coast Town
Very quietly, very slowly, happiness can take over a person's life Read more
A Noise in the World
Despite the distracting jewellery, the cleavage and the exercised bodies, we look in the mirror and say, What happened? By M.A.C. Farrant. Read more
Chickens and Us
"Kurt Vonnegut thought the chicken's chemical makeup was hilarious." M.A.C. Farrant addresses writers and their favourite fowl. Read more
Last Amphibian Flees Calgary Airport
"Then Charlie took off after the Last Amphibian, which is what he calls Alvin on account of his turning from a sweet baby into a twelve-year-old canister of woe." M.A.C. Farrant investigates the sometimes blurry line between humans and animals in one Read more
Smooth
A woman experiences the thrills of being furless in "Smooth," one of three modern farmyard tales by M.A.C. Farrant. Read more
Why Not
In this excerpt from M.A.C. Farrant's The Strange Truth About Us, one man partakes in ritual rock stacking, another uses the time spent waiting to scrutize the world, and a woman with a star named after her is cremated in a full-length mink coat. Read more
Image by Marv Newland, from Marc 2000.
The Outlook for Quirky
Space travel, world religions and quotes from Pascal are just a few of the topics covered in these little phone calls between friends. Read more
Notes on the Wedding
The mother of the groom measures the distance between two weddings: twenty-six years, six thousand miles, and a donkey covered with flowers. It’s outtasight. Read more
Attila the Bookseller
I answered the ad: SWM likes to dance. Called him up (said his name was Jay), suggested we meet at the local cafe Tuesday night, something different, a performance poet performing. Free coffee and cookies, the place rocking with middle-aged angst. Read more
Strange Birds
We don’t know why the budgie did it. He must have been unhappy. It can’t have been easy for him—pecking the bell, hanging about on the pole. Read more
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