For a vanity CanLit blog this thing has some devoted followers. I don't know why. I'm actually starting to question my literacy; I w...

Paul Quarrington died last week. I'll tell a short story, and then you can surf to Amazon or Chapters and decide if you want to buy a Q...

Christ, it's been a long time since my last post. I don't think that I trust electronic media. I find that, aside from my whining re...

Canadian fiction's been called many things, but nothing that Ethel Wilson never heard before. I was once told by a friend that a piece o...

With all of my fall term exams graded, I finally have some time to reflect on 2009. Nothing really happened. I taught a bunch of kids to rea...

Lou Paget , the Calgary-born sex instructor, was in Toronto last month. I caught her coming out of a Second Cup, and stopped to ask her if i...

Another academic year starts; Margaret Atwood's promo. events start to bleed through the provinces. So it must be fall. I don't know...