After hearing me do a reading as a newly-minted "emerging writer" (whatever the hell that means), a famous poet approached me and said that I reminded them of June Jordan, Diane Seuss, and Wanda Coleman. Check! Check! Wanda, who?
If The Sisters of Mercy and Joy Division eloped to Turkey, She Past Away would be their lovechild. For those of us who came of age in Montreal’s dimly lit sanctuaries like Passeport and Saphir, this band is muscle memory, equal parts black eyeliner and existential dread, and it brings us back to nights under red lights, wrapped in fog, where the bassline thrummed like a pulse beneath the skin, and the dance floor was the only place we belonged. Those nights are long behind me now, but hearing She Past Away’s post-punk sounds in my father tongue feels like a homecoming.
One book that I return to again and again is Sunflower, by Gyula Krúdy, a Hungarian of the late-Empire, reprobate and dandy, dreamer and drunk. I read this book whenever I need inspiration in my own writing.
Although not as well known as On The Beach or A Town Like Alice, and though published 65 years ago, Nevil Shute's modest masterpiece with the unassuming title, Trustee From the Toolroom, is very much a novel for our times, telling the story of a seemingly boring everyman who risks his life to travel to the other side of the world in order to assure an inheritance for his orphaned neice
—Which, pugnacious drunkard, of course. And happened to write a fable of—First, let’s recall the plot: man catches fish sharks eat. Second—I’m already bored of—The endeavour for its own sake—a touchstone—rebuking critics as he the writer the sun of whose legend was also setting already.
And then of course there is the matter of style.
I believe in love at first sight. After all, I fell in love with my partner the second I saw her, and we’ve been together for almost four decades. I also believe in love at first listen. That’s how I felt about Joan Armatrading the first time I heard her magical blend of singing and songwriting, way back in the mid-1970s – pure, blissful love.