Category: Ephemera

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Becoming Politics

by Hana Shafi

The following essay appears as part of the month-long series “Post-Truth Politics and the Creative Craft” on the blog, curated by guest editor Natalie Wee.

I go online.

I write, “I’ve experienced ______.” Racism, misogyny, Islamophobia. I write about what’s happened. What I’ve heard.

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The Puritan Co-Founders Announce Resignation

by Spencer Gordon and Tyler Willis

Dear Friends,

After over ten years, 35 issues, and collaboration with nearly 600 editors and writers, we have decided to step away from The Puritan as editorial leads. It’s been a rewarding experience to found and run a magazine, watch it grow and evolve, but The Puritan has achieved a momentum of its own, 

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The Search for Youth in CanLit

by Kailey Havelock

Recently, I was asked to represent Ryerson University on a team at the International Festival of Authors’ inaugural Lit Jam. We competed against creative writing students from University of Toronto, University of Guelph, and Humber College to create stories live on stage, based on prompts from the audience and social media.

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Only Connect

by RM Vaughan

I write criticism for money. Not much money. Don’t get excited now. Meanwhile, my own works are frequently the subject of criticism, including, and usually most vociferously, the criticism I write for money. My criticism gets criticism. Look it up. I wrote a book about this, called Compared to Hitler: Selected Essays.

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The Puritan Is Hiring: Publicity Agents

by Town Crier


Are you invested in the publishing community and looking for a crash course in Toronto’s vibrant literary scene? Are you outgoing and social media savvy, comfortable with creating connections both online and in person? Then joining our team of Publicity Agents might be perfect for you!

The Puritan is currently seeking three new Publicity Agents to assist our team with the promotion,

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The Fantasy of the Cool Girl

by Dana Ewachow

The Cool Girl exists in beer commercials and raunchy comedies. She lives in chick flicks that want to fling internalized misogyny at their female target demographic. She’s just “one of the guys.” Last year, I wrote a piece about Manic Pixie Dream Girls: the fantasy of a beautiful, quirky young woman who helps push a man out of his comfort zone.

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Un-dream Away the Trump Era with Me

by E Martin Nolan

We live in untrustworthy times, haunted increasingly by bad dreams. Trump’s terrible dream overcame the lamely peddled and tainted dream of his opponent. It overcame his obvious unfitness for office. Now he is president. What can be done about it? Let’s un-dream the bad dreams.

Trump’s dream feeds on anger and resentment stoked by outlets shilling false or skewed stories,

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All Sales Final: Literary Toronto After Honest Ed’s

by Jason Freure

Nobody has bothered to change the lightbulbs for years. Still, the marquee on Honest Ed’s always gave Bathurst and Bloor the atmosphere of a side show, like a piece of the Ex preserved out of season. But now that the lights are off for good and the wrecking ball is on its way, a big piece of Toronto’s self-image is missing from the Annex.

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Year-End Sign Off

by Jason Freure

The Town Crier is taking some time off! It’s been a busy year and we’re finally wrapping it up until January.

We published a lot in 2016 and it was an exciting thing to see. I feel lucky to have had the chance to publish pieces like Evangeline Freedman’s graphic essay on Julie Doucet,

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Bob Dylan: “I Can’t Think for You, You Have to Decide”

by E Martin Nolan

After the hot takes on his Nobel Prize had cooled and as the award ceremony approached, Bob Dylan reminded us of why he deserved the honour. He declined to attend. Another great spurn from the master.

Dylan is still known for his early protest songs. His great ’60s anthems were “the conscience of a generation”—or something like that.