While staying in rural Saskatchewan at the oldest monastery in Canada I read Karen Russell’s latest book The Antidote. So, perhaps it was not a wonder that the first thing that grabbed me about it were its descriptions of the Nebraska prairies.
Carol Off’s At a Loss for Words: Conversation in an Age of Rage (2024), highly recommended, begins with a preamble about Robert MacFarlane’s The Lost Words: A Spell Book.
Yes, a 1,000-page biography may look daunting, but I found myself unable to put down Pessoa by Richard Zenith, which examines the short life of the Portuguese poet, critic, translator and publisher Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935).
Coffee shop writers amaze me. I fear I’m too distractible to concentrate in a setting with clinking spoons, bursts of laughter, a growling espresso machine, and chair legs scraping the floor. Give me silence.
Claire Dederer’s Monsters: A Fan’s Dilemma came out in 2023, a year before Alice Munro devotees had to reckon with the book’s central question: what do we do when an artist’s reprehensible behaviour curdles our appreciation of their work?
I’ll admit it: I often feel ground down by the world. Climate. Politics. The economy. Patriarchy. Fascism. I try not to doomscroll—but then end up simply toggling between doom and puppies. My latest solution? Art-scrolling.
In these distressing political times, goodness has been on my mind. Recently I read an article in the New York Times about the art dealer Lisa Schill, who pleaded guilty to defrauding her clients of six million and a half dollars. "I am the worst kind...because I seem so good. I'm a good person, I'm a good friend, I am loving and generous, I work hard - and I stole your money."
There is a hidden gem tucked in a corner of the Cotswolds, in southern England. She is the rural author Pamela Keevil, whose gentle face and manner belie the sharpness of her wit. Cross Agatha Christie with James Herriot, and you get an inkling of her style. Keevil coats a serious message in high entertainment. She is an honour to know, and a pleasure to read.
As I waited for my name to come up on the Guelph Public Library’s long list of holds for Omar El Akkad’s book One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This, I turned to his beautifully written second novel