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Edith Iglauer


Edith Iglauer is the author of five books, including Inuit Journey and The Strangers Next Door, and many articles in The New Yorker and other publications.

A new pet kitten becomes part of the family. Read more

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A warm spring night, a country club dance,a date with an attractive young man—and braces on my two front teeth. Read more

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Edith Iglauer invites Pierre Trudeau over for dinner and gets Barbra Streisand as a bonus. Read more

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First published in Geist #30 and now in the 20th Anniversary Collector's Edition. Read more

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When I was living in New York in the 1960s, almost everyone I knew was walking or running to the office of some psychiatrist. Read more

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The police officer turned us back and told us to for­get about Stanley Park and for­get about sightseeing anywhere in Vancouver. Read more

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Plumb the depths of the Aquafit subculture with our embedded nonagenarian. Read more

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At home Frank and I are mutually sympathetic to the obligation to face one another and speak loudly; or, when we are away, to supply each other with new batteries when we forget them; but we have no defence against the independent wandering behaviour of our hearing aids. They are always someplace else. I probably have spent one percent of my life, close to a whole year, looking for the damned things. Read more

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During my thirty years living on the waterfront of British Columbia, I have always had some sort of container in which to sit on the water. My first boat was a ten-foot dinghy that my late husband John Daly, a commercial salmon troller, equipped with a small electric motor to surprise me. He had the bizarre idea that I, a sometime canoeist from Ohio, could manoeuvre a boat on my own around our capacious Pacific coast harbour. The electric engine would be ideal for me, he thought. No rope to pull to start it up! No gasoline tank on board! Read more

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When I was twelve my father enrolled me in a typing course from which I emerged typing with two fingers. Read more

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I had my car at the hotel but snow was expected, and driving home alone in a snowstorm around the hairpin curves edged with deep ravines on Highway 101 was the last thing I wanted to do. Read more

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Respected journalist, Geist contributor and maker of olive sandwiches. Read more

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Ted Bishop visits Edith Iglauer and her husband Frank in their seaside home, where he is treated to a fast drive on a winding road, conversation on good books, and a lesson on what it's like to grow old gracefully. Read more

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What is at the heart of this Edith Iglauer profile by Giller nominee Annabel Lyon? Hint: Ice Road Truckers. Read more

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