Category: The Writing Life

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The Perfect Addiction

by Susanna Fournier

The body has secrets but the body doesn’t lie.  Which is weird, because I lie.

Here’s something true: it’s pretty weird out there for a feminist anorexic. Sorry, a what? I’m a feminist and recovering anorexic. I spent a great deal of my 20s in this strange paradox. My feminism was public and my eating disorder was secret (they usually are).

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Born Red

by Lisa Bird-Wilson

My mother laboured alone, segregated, shamed.

“You should have kept your legs closed,” said the nurse with the crooked smile. “Now be quiet. You’re not an animal, are you?”

Below her sternum I fought to stay put, not wanting to leave her, already sensing danger. When finally born on that starless night,

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French-Fried Jellyfish

by Lorne Roberts

A teacher of mine once intoned, gravely, and over a plate of steamed Chinese dumplings: “Perhaps there is some alternate universe where food isn’t delicious, but I don’t ever want to go there.”

There’s no doubt about it: food, and our love for it, is one of our few universal values—something that everyone from North Korean dictators to Manhattan hipsters to the labourer on the family farm engages in (and for the most part,

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Small Secrets: On Clandestine Hospitality

by Jordan Crosthwaite

This summer I got a call from a blocked number, and on the other end was a man identifying himself as “Montreal police.” The caller offered a vague warning to me that if I were to have any parties in my home, I should acquire the proper permit. Of course you can imagine my confusion,

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Partaking of the One Bread

by Shannon Tien

I am eight years old, wearing a white ruffled dress that once belonged to an older cousin, standing before a crowd of 1,000 strangers, when the priest turns to offer me the “body of Christ.” I am ecstatic. I am drowsy. I have been given very strong cough medicine to combat an ill-timed bought of bronchitis,

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Still Life over Still Water

by Geneviève Robichaud

Clear things console me, and sunlit things console me. To see life passing by under a blue sky makes up for a lot. I forget myself indefinitely, forgetting more than I could ever remember. The sufficiency of things fills my weightless, translucent heart, and just to look is a sweet satisfaction.

—Fernando Pessoa,

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Taking Liberties: A Story of the Twenty-Tens

by Samara Grace Chadwick

Incalculable are the benefits civilization has brought us … inconceivable the marvellous creations of the human sex in order to make men more happy, more free, and more perfect.
—Malcolm Lowry as cited by Georges Perec

Bright, Modern & Spacious! Liberty Village Loft-Unit Boasts 2 Balconies That Overlook Court Yard & City Views,

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Decoding Classics in Contemporary Comics

by Shannon Page

Frequently, and often problematically, the classics of ancient Greece and Rome are used as a kind of shorthand for sophistication. Even the name implies a timeless purity of taste, distinguishing them from media intended for mass consumption. Meanwhile, new branches of classical scholarship are becoming increasingly concerned with the many ways that the literature and history of the ancient Mediterranean world have come to impact contemporary culture.

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A Graphic Essay on Julie Doucet

by Evangeline Freedman

Julie Doucet has published most of her her work through the Montreal-based Drawn & Quarterly, and is one of the most well-known female artists to be published by the company. Her first new work of comics in over a decade will be released next month.

Although she was famously mentioned in a Le Tigre song,

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Getting a Grant to Make Comics in Canada

by Laura Kenins

The one thing that stuck firmly with me from art school was internalizing the Canada Council definition of a professional artist: an education in art, a record of exhibitions, peer recognition, and three years post-graduate before you can apply. I felt reassured in the knowledge that whatever I did later, I’d always be—officially—an artist.