reviews

Rachel lebowitz is quickly becoming one of the best collagist poets in Canada today.

In her latest collection, Cynthia Flood compresses cumbersome moments, the bubbles of relationships, and years of history into fragmented, though trim, elliptical stories.

When I started reading this book, I immediately began receiving Laura Ingalls Wilder on the ends of my sensitive whiskers.

During Christmas break, my wife and I wound up cat sitting for our friend Jessica.

We're here because we're here because we're here, is the chant that haunts Rebecca Campbells debut novel The Paradise Engine, a story about cultists, New Age mysticism, apocalyptic visions, but also, as the song suggests, about place and the sense of local or Canadian identity.

I read the Hottest Summer in Recorded History at the beginning of summer in Fredericton, trying to use the poet's fifth collection as a meteorological medallion that conjures up the heat.

Writing in the April 23, 2012, New Yorker, Adam Gopnik observes the consistent lag between a cultural phenomenon and its present day reimagining.

Vox humana is the name of an organ stop whose tones remind us of the human voice.

A strange thing happens when you read erin Moure's translation of Lousie Dupre's Tout comme elle, no entitled Just Like Her.

A.F. Moritz: The New Measures