Monthly Archives: January 2018

Flesh Bone and Water. Luiza Sauma.

Sauma, Luiza. Flesh Bone and Water. Scribners New York 2017. F;1/18. I would call this story successfully sentimental. It’s the first novel by this young writer, who grew up in Brazil and was educated and still lives in London. Its … Continue reading

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Playing With Fire. Lawrence O’Donnell.

O’Donnell, Lawrence. Playing With Fire. Penguin, New York, 2017. NF;1/18. You didn’t have to be an American to have been affected by US political events of the late 1960s, any more than you have to be one now to feel … Continue reading

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AnnaLena, Vancouer

January 2018 (see also March 2018) This was our first time at this Kits bistro and we were very impressed with the cuisine. It’s a space that used to be called Kits Daily, on West 2nd just off Burrard, and looking … Continue reading

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To Be a Machine. Mark O’Connell.

O’Connell, Mark. To Be a Machine. Doubleday New York, 2017. NF;1/18. This book by an English literature PhD from Ireland is about transhumanism. Trans-what you may ask. It’s the current ideology that human beings can and eventually will, through one … Continue reading

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Anh and Chi, Vancouver

  January 2017 This place just north of the newly-gentrifying mid-Main corridor has apparently been taken over by young family members from the original chef of years gone by. It’s accessible, colloquial, classy, and sexy all at once. We had … Continue reading

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Days Without End. Sebastian Barry.

Barry, Sebastian. Days Without End. Penguin, New York, 2016. F; 1/18. I’ve hit a vein of Irish writers lately, and I’m sure that country can claim literary gold out of proportion to is population: Joyce, Yeats, Shaw, Goldsmith, Swift, others. … Continue reading

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Ask For Luigi, Vancouver

January 2018 This little place reminded me of the MacKenzie Room, perched on a corner in a similar neighbourhood. Approaching it, I walked on the road briefly to avoid a homeless person’s elaborate structure on the sidewalk. Luigi is pitched … Continue reading

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