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“Stefánsson shares the elemental grandeur of Cormac McCarthy.”—Eileen Battersby, TLS
In a remote fishing village, a boy and his best friend spend the lonely hours on shore reading and talking about poetry. When the friend, absorbed in a borrowed copy of Paradise Lost, forgets his oilskin one morning and the crew is unexpectedly caught at sea in a savage winter storm, tragedy strikes. Overwhelmed by grief—and his crewmates’ indifference to what has happened—the boy leaves the village, determined to return the book to its owner. The hardship and danger of the journey is of little consequence: he’s already resolved to join his friend in death. But when he reaches the town where he intends to end his days, he couldn’t have imagined the stories and lives he finds.
Navigating the depths of despair to celebrate the redemptive power of friendship, Heaven and Hell is an incandescent story of community, resilience, and love from one of Iceland’s most celebrated novelists.
Lyric poems built with consummate skill by a poet at the peak of her powers. Heaven’s Thieves is a collection engaged with the big questions–What are bodies for? What does it mean to be alive? What is beauty and why does it have such power over us? What is the point of art?–and the urgent ones–how to live in a shattered ecology, what to do about grief, illness, betrayal. Sinclair turns her attention to these questions with fearless curiosity, economy, and an originality born of her willingness to pursue her own line of inquiry to its limit. These poems get close and cut deep, mixing subject and object, surface and soul: “Red mud glistens / like cut fruit–or like the knife / that did the cutting, laid down.” In this, her fifth collection, Sinclair knows that nature is both “done to death” and “inexhaustible”; that art is an elegy for experience, but even so, …to die
is not to wash through the body of a deer like a ghost;
it isn’t to skulk under a living skin.
It’s a change in the value of things. (from “The Dead”) Experience and its value are changed in these poems. They are as wise as they are disruptive, and they change us as surely as they remake the world. Praise for Sue Sinclair:
“…a poet who looks long and hard at the world to draw existential meaning. Her studious gaze is insightful, even – dare I say it in this secular age – soulful.” –Barbara Carey, The Toronto Star
“…vivid, lively, crisp, and packed with delicious surprise metaphors.” –Anita Lahey, Arc Poetry Magazine /
Isolated in a secret location, an international team of intelligence personnel are given the task of intercepting and decoding cryptic messages from terrorists. The sudden and unexplained suicide of one of the case’s key agents forces the team to probe into their colleague’s life in hopes of discovering what he knew, and stopping the attack before it’s too late.
What happens when a respectable middle-aged father, teacher and writer decides one day to abandon his ordinary routine and embark on an unexpected journey toward an unknowable fate, following the ghost of Buster Keaton and a vision of a bear?
In Tim Bowling’s extraordinary new novel, The Heavy Bear, we spend an intense late-summer day in downtown Edmonton with our narrator, an unassuming college instructor who just happens to be named Tim Bowling. Haunted by the “slender sadness” of the world and looking for a way to shake off the trivial frustrations of modern life, Bowling’s Tim Bowling finds himself pulled into an escapade involving an antique toy, a “liberated” capuchin monkey and an eager young student who our narrator likens to Pippi Longstocking. Advised by the bear-shaped spirit of American poet Delmore Schwartz and guided by the ghost of silent film star Buster Keaton, this Tim Bowling stumbles through his adventure until he stands free of his ghosts and finds himself willing to rejoin the bustling current of our clamorous age.
Knowing what people think feels more like a curse than a blessing to Kathy van der Laan. After all, how do you deal with discovering your employer is a pervert, your father’s replaying scenes from the car accident that killed your mother, and suspecting the guy ahead of you in the department store to be the reason for the latest amber alert? Unable to explain the source of her knowledge, Kathy reduces her interactions, sends anonymous tips to police and tries not to remind her father about a loss they both can’t get past. Then she receives an offer from the Syndicate, a shadowy organization which purports to shape policy within the EU, and where she discovers her mother worked till her death. To find out more about her mother, can she risk joining a group that seems to know too much about her dangerous gift?
In Cradle, Shame’s gateway to Hell stands poised to pour forth its demonic legions upon the world. Hope, Merritt and Grace know they must close it before it is too late. Shame’s followers are determined to stop them.
Hope has to face the corruption of a trusted friend and ally, whilst also fighting her way through the horrific monsters that bar her way back to Cradle. Her innocence and resolve will be put to the test as she faces the full fury of Shame’s evil.
Book 5 in the successful and acclaimed Shame series following the ultimate story of mother-daughter conflict.
It is 1956, and Silvio Rosato, a decorated World War II veteran, shows up at the house of his father, Eduardo Rosato, who had abandoned him and his mother in Italy in 1920 to start a new life and family for himself in Chicago. Silvio’s Italian-American half-siblings, Eddie and Ida, are fascinated by this stranger who has suddenly appeared in their lives. Handsome, assured and accomplished, there is something not quite right, something sinister about this visitor, with his air of familiarity and the distant, impenetrable look in his eyes. This mystery begins Hellfire Pass, part one of Rossi’s autobiographical A Carpenter’s Trilogy, A Chronicle in Three Plays.
At first glance a classic tale of immigrant families, of the lives they build in the new world and the lives they leave behind in the old, there is something more at play here than the conflict of a nostalgia for a romanticized past confronting the excitement of a brighter future. Which of Eduardo’s families is “legitimate”—the one he abandoned in Italy or the one he raised in America? He has constructed an identity based on a fabric of self-serving opportunist lies for both, fictions that rapidly disintegrate under the steady gaze and relentless demand of what appears to be his only legitimate heir. Refusing to acknowledge Eduardo as his father, Silvio dislocates the question of legitimacy from one of paternity and history to one of individual responsibility and action. But it?s not just Eduardo that’s in trouble here. Can Silvio attain the legitimacy he considers his due without destroying the members of both families? And does he have the right to create his own sense of legitimacy at the cost of destroying the lives of all those around him? If so, how is he any less of a monster than his father?
In the vast, unnamed metropolis of Hello … Hello, art and commerce have finally and completely conjoined; stylish cafés serve up zebra mussels and the air is thick with a gentle rain of sparrows plummeting down from the mirrored office towers. Everywhere, people are falling for an edgy new fashion accessory: a shiny ball filled with poison that hangs from a delicate chain.
In this oddly peaceful world, Cassandra, a salesgirlat a clothing store called the Abyss, meets a charismatic ad man named Ben in the graveyard where she is mourning her lover, the last true artist on earth. They find themselves helplessly attracted to one another. Ben walks Cassandra home and invites her out to dinner, which leads to sex, marriage and a house in Semi-Residentia. Then comes baby. All one and a half inches of her.
Hello … Hello, nominated for several Dora awards, including Best Play and Best Musical, is a tragic, comedic and curiously erotic attack on western society’s predilection for escapist consumerism and entertainment. If the boy-meets-girl musical is the shiny happy ball, then the content of the play, and its characters, are the poison held within.
‘[Hines is] one of the most original artists in the city.’
– Toronto Life
Can you name the last ten Original Six players to skate in the NHL? What about the least known numbers retired by teams, or the ten most successful goalies to come out of U.S. colleges? Hello Hockey Fans from Coast to Coast includes more than 75 unusual or historically significant lists dealing with the NHL, from players who made it to the pros after being drafted higher than 200th to the most successful American-born players to wear the Montreal Canadiens hallowed jersey. A Sample List of Lists: Worst Regular Season Records by a Stanley Cup Champion
* Eight Goaltenders to Play for the Maple Leafs and the Canadiens
* Fourteen Overtime Goals That Won the Stanley Cup
* Ten Unheralded Players to Score 100 Points in a Season
* First Ten Players to Score Five or More Goals in a Game
* Ten Forgotten Facts about the 1994 Owners’ Lockout
* The Ten Least-Known Players to Have Had Their Number Retired
* A Dozen of the Most Memorable Quotes of All Time
* The Ten Worst On-Ice Accidents
* Ten Toughest Defensemen
Augmented by more than 30 unique illustrations and photographs, this book provides an incredible array of trivia, history, and valuable, hard-to-find information, all in an enjoyable format that is both easy to read and challenging to keep up with.
Contemporary Canadian poetry got you down? Well, we’d like to prescribe a little Hello Serotonin, the latest in mood-enhancing poetry anti-depressants.
This new book of poems from Jon Paul Fiorentino operates within the constraints of what he terms ‘synaptic syntax’ – poetry that performs the very nature of neuronal activity from the point of view of a mood-enhanced Human Comedy, which, with a quick turn of phrase, or missing neurotransmitter, could become Human Tragedy.
These poems are unsettlingly lyrical. In them you will find echoes of 20th-century confessionalism, but they are echoes only. Fiorentino does not confess so much as he expresses the somewhat embarrassing desire to confess without completely exposing himself. Often frenetic and linguistically jarring, these poems will very gently put you on edge and pull you free of the doldrums.
Filled with a witty, self-deprecating and often Andy Kaufmanesque sense of humour, Hello Serotonin is today’s generation of pharmaceutical poetry, and will alter your perception of therapeutic poetics. Get your prescription filled today!