Kazuo Ishiguro has won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Although Kazuo Ishiguro has been on my To Be Read list for decades, my first and only direct encounter with Ishiguro’s work came in 1995 while I was writing for The Gauntlet and tasked with reviewing The Unconsoled. One of the sad realities of the world […]Read more "Kazuo Ishiguro"
Wow, September was a busy month. A piece I wrote back in the spring about my years as a Stampede Park parking lot attendant made the CBC Creative Non-fiction Longlist. I submitted something last year and didn’t make it past the first round, so improvement is always good. Next year, the Short List! This was […]Read more "September Happenings"
The lazy summer days of writing in my backyard have given way to cooler mornings working in my basement, waiting for the sun to rise. It’s been a long time and a lot of words since last I wrote here, largely as a result of a rather unusual summer for me, productivity-wise anyways. Generally, the […]Read more "End of Summer"
In this age of algorithms, websites pump out recommendations like air. Last month, after finishing The Night Circus, Goodreads suggested that I read Nights at the Circus. Not surprising, given how similar the titles and subject matter are, though I’d never heard of the book so promptly ignored the suggestion. Or so I thought. Enough […]Read more "New beans, new books"
Exploring Calvin & Hobbes is the selection of my book club for next month. It features an interview with series creator Bill Watterson and highlights from the ten year run of the strip. For many, it’s a chance to relive childhood memories. I was not much older than Calvin when it debuted and read it […]Read more "New beans, new books, childhood fun"
Once I really did leave home to join the carnival – and became a king. Truly, I still have the old name tag. One of my long-term goals is to do literary justice to those amazing colleagues of mine at the Stampede. The Night Circus and The Master and Margarita (from last month) are all […]Read more "New Beans, New Book, Old Memories."
I was first introduced to Albert Camus in high school, by my French teacher. We were studying his play, Les Justes, but I became captivated by Camus’ themes. At the time, I was working at the Stampede as a parking lot attendant. Each night, I would spend hours in my quiet parking booth, reading. The […]Read more "New Beans, Warm Treats, and an Old Friend"