Stylistically the fifteen stories in this volume make me think of O'Flaherty or the later Tolstoi who read his pious tales to the bearded peasants on his estate.
Disdain my verse, the language of the age:Be cold, be hard, impersonal as stone,Or only use that argot for your rage,says John Heath-Stubbs in a villanelle that stands at the beginning of his book.
Here are three little books of verse of Canadians whose work has hitherto been printed only in such magaines as The Fiddlehead and Northern Review, which again indicate the importance today of the small private presses for the publication of poetry.
This 'group of biographical and critical essays' by Desmond Pacey appears appropriately in 1958: fifteen years have passed since Sir Charles G.D. Roberts' death marked the close of an era, and a new pattern in ...
In an article entitle 'The Canadian Poet's Predicament' in the Toronto Quarterly (26: 284-295, April 1957), James Reaney wrote that Canadian poets face the challenge of writing for an audience whose 'tase hasn't been sufficiently organized yet.'