Reviewing the Review

Mostly positive for the city’s new literary quarterly As a particle floating at the edges of Ottawa’s literary bloodstream, I’ve been extremely pleased to see our fair city blossom in letters lately. Along with Paul Glennon’s recent fame, the inception of Chaudiere Books and the winter birth of The Puritan comes the city’s latest addition:…

Puritan prose

The Winter edition of The Puritan – out now! Ottawa has a new quarterly literary journal devoted to prose fiction. The Puritan is the product of the labour of three Ottawa University undergraduate students, Omid Amidi, Spencer Gordon and Tyler Willis, and features the prose of a sampling of regional authors. The writers run the…

Lisey's Story, by Stephen King (Simon and Schuster Press), 509 pp.

Lisey must suffer

Lisey must suffer Stephen King’s latest almost a theological treatise Stephen King is probably the most religious writer I can think of right now. Don’t misunderstand – I don’t mean religious in the sense of an organized and ritualized church, but simply that his writing embodies many of the most clear and pertinent aspects of…

Ghettostocracy

Oni’s collection captures some of what makes her a “hurricane” This is a difficult review for me. The nature of spoken-word poems defies the regular norms of what is inaccurately labelled “European” poetry. Spoken-word poems are performance-based iterations of thought that depend as much on force of personality and spoken rhythm as on the hinges…

Chaudiere Press II: Chaudiere harder

More from Rob McLennan’s new press This week I’m continuing my coverage of Ottawa’s Chaudiere Press with a look at the final two books in their small but potent roster: Clare Latremouille’s The Desmond Road Book of the Dead and Meghan Jackson’s Movements in Jars. Editor Rob McLennan is known as an admirable poet in…

Screw the Booker Prize

Ottawa’s small press Chaudiere delivers as good or better At a reading, I once watched an author bring the microphone to his lips and say, “Book awards are the new book reviews.” Not quite up to Oscar Wilde standards, but with a bottle in my hand it seemed to be graced with a beery concinnity.…