Dafna Izenberg won the 2019 Creative Nonfiction Prize for “The Promised Language,” published in The Fiddlehead, No. 281 (Autumn 2019). Editorial Assistant Jaeden Langlois conducted the following interview with Dafna Izenberg about her relationship to the Hebrew language.
Remember The Fiddlehead's CNF Contest deadline is June 1st! You could win $2000! Ariel Gordon will judge the submissions.
Congratulations to all the Fiddlehead authors and friends whose work has been shortlisted for 2020 Alberta Literary Awards and the Robert Kroetsch City of Edmonton Book Prize, both administered by the Writers’ Guild of Alberta to recognize the best literary works created or published in 2019 by Alberta and Edmonton authors.
I just finished Robin Wall Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants. It's a stunning gift of a book—eloquent, elegiac, hopeful. A book about how our relationship with the land and its gifts has changed, and how it might be repaired. A book for everyone.
Fredericton (NB) March 26, 2020 - The Fiddlehead and the Writers' Federation of New Brunswick have announced the shortlisted titles for the fifth annual New Brunswick Book Awards. The program celebrates books published in the 2019 calendar year and in three categories: poetry, fiction and nonfiction. The competition is open to traditionally published and self-published authors. The awards presentation ceremony, originally planned for May 23 in Fredericton, has been postponed due to COVID-19.
Chris Benjamin discusses the impact of reading Isabelle Knockwood's Out of the Depths: The Experiences of Mi’kmaw Children at the Indian Residential School at Shubenacadie, Nova Scotia. Chris Benjamin's story "Arsonists" appeared in The Fiddlehead no. 279 (Spring 2019).
Dafna Izenberg won this year’s Creative Nonfiction Prize for “The Promised Language,” published in The Fiddlehead, No. 281 (Autumn 2019). Editorial Assistant Jaeden Langlois conducted the following interview with Dafna Izenberg about her relationship to the Hebrew language.
By Nancy Bauer
One recent June evening I attended a mesmerizing concert at the home of artist Stephen May, the first “house concert” I’d ever attended. Six other guests came, so with the host and four musicians, we were a gathering of twelve. The intimate group was surrounded by seven glorious May paintings and one pitiful palm tree. The musicians were plainly dressed: no theatrical tricks or garish makeup. . . .