Kent Thompson

The stealthy matrons, gliding

he came here

Rising this morning from the heavy bed-warmth of my wife's breasts

No, let me loose, I'm an old man

This "Profile" of John Metcalf is of course something of fiction, and you shouldn't expect anything other.

Richard B. Wright's Farthing's Fortunes may not be a grand novel in absolute terms (if such exists), but it's a "great read"--a rollicking, exuberant picaresque novel chock-full of Canadian cultural experience, and, as such, is a certain candidate for the next Governer-General's Award.

Hail and Farewell. Here today and gone tomorrow - which is

One of the difficulties of talking about fiction in general - and the short story

Some years ago I wrote a brief review in this magazine of George Jona's

Writing an editorial is great fun. In what other literary for can one