Monthly Archives: January 2017

Boyle, T C. The Terranauts. Various publishers, 2016. F;1/17. Not impressive, considering expectation. I was dazzled by Boyle at least a couple of decades ago when I read World’s End, his third novel and winner of a well-deserved prize. But … Continue reading →

January, 2017 This place just north of the gentrifying midMain corridor has apparently been taken over by young family members from the original chef of years gone by. It’s accessible, colloquial, downscale classy, and sexy. We had lunch on a … Continue reading →

Thien, Madeleine. Do Not Say We Have Nothing. Knopf Canada. 2016. F;12/16. I remember friends of my parents in 1950s Vancouver referring in a friendly way to something inscrutable as “Chinese”. This book was hard to understand, but I loved … Continue reading →

Malcolm, Janet. The Journalist and the Murderer. Vintage, New York. 1990. NF;12/16. “Every journalist who is not too stupid or too full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible.” So Janet … Continue reading →

Garner, Helen. Everywhere I Look. Text publishing Melbourne, 2016. Mixed; 12/16. I love this honest Australian’s writing and I have a lot of sympathy for her plain courageous attitude. Reading her I kept having that bittersweet writer’s experience: God I … Continue reading →