I don’t like the word ‘evil’: does anyone? Well, some. If only for effect. The showrunners for this show, for instance. [I’ve not watched it. But maybe I should: I had fun with the early seasons of Supernatural and, then, lost interest when the angels arrived. And I have
Happy MARM to everyone who’s reading this post! From Friday, November 1st to Saturday, November 30th it’s Margaret Atwood Reading Month, and you’re invited! (And, don’t forget, the 18th is Margaret Atwood’s 84th birthday. Cake, anyone? I mean, EVERYone?) Read or watch one thing, read or watch everyday, or
What a delight to be invited to the #1970Club party and to bring Mavis Gallant as my guest. The quintessential short story writer published her novel A Fairly Good Time in 1970. The first chapter is a letter from Shirley Perrigny’s mother, a slippery few pages that spill from
A couple weeks ago, I shared some recent short story reading, but right now I’m thinking about reading the final stories in Margaret Atwood’s Dancing Girls. And how I’ll soon read the next section from her newest collection Old Babes in the Wood. But this
Past the mid-point of the reading year, I notice that there are some books I finished reading some time ago, lingering. Just, around. Left in innocuous places as though I just finished reading them there. Finally, when I found a place for Khadija Abdalla Bajaber’s novel (on the shelf
