As one of the shorter stories in this volume, I was inclined, at first pass, to presume it was a simpler story. Its ending seemed to underscore this impression. Without going into detail, the story has the kind of resolution which could serve as the sole focus of discussion, in terms
So many of the risks in "Deep-Holes" are either averted or declared meaningless. "Sally packed devilled eggs—something she hated to take on a picnic, because they were so messy." Nobody ate the devilled eggs anyway, so it didn't matter how messy they were. "Ham sandwiches, crab salad, lemon tarts—also a
1648 Henfryn Street and 363 Carlisle Street: "Wenlock Edge" feels so vivid that one can hardly resist keying in the significant addresses to see what appears on the digital map. These addresses do not actually exist in London, Ontario. But there is a Henfryn Line which runs north-south, just east of Clinton, Ontario. And
Is it something like a triangle? With happiness, unhappiness and love arranged with an equal distance between each point? Perhaps. Certainly there are triangles in "Fiction", shifting alliances and fractures. Love triangles. Happiness triangles. Just enough. Too much. The kind of happiness discussed in "Fiction" is different from that which
A book-length demonstration of propulsive prose. This is the word that I wrote in capital letters, in the margins of my reading diary about Mark Anthony Jarman's Knife Party at the Hotel Europa (2015), but then I wondered if I had subconsciously (deliberately, even!) lifted it from the cover. It sounds like
