Dave Robson 
1968, Croydon Harbour, Labrador—remote as anywhere in modern Canada, I suppose. Remoteness is perhaps the defining mood of Annabel, so named for two of the book’s characters who are scarcely there for much of its pages. Our focus is Wayne, a child born intersex at a place and time where … Read More
When meeting with Canadian officials over land claims in the 1990s, a Gitksan elder asked, “If this is your land, where are your stories?” It’s a reasonable question—don’t the stories we tell about a place, in part, create a place? It’s doubtful that the elder had been reading Benedict Anderson; … Read More
Once upon a time, whisky used to be a bit of a stodgy affair. Men had a personal brand, sometimes inherited, and rarely did they deviate. Granddad only drinks Laphroaig, so I drink Laphroaig. Or, Hunter S. Thompson was a Wild Turkey man, so Wild Turkey it is. Or, we’ve … Read More
“Record breaking is like revolution. Success is its only excuse and failure diminishes everyone in contact with it.” With these words begins John Pearson’s classic Bluebird and the Dead Lake, a chronicle of Donald Campbell’s 1964 attempt to capture the world land speed record in the Bluebird, his car built … Read More
Some men have resolved, this year, to lose twenty pounds. Or build some biceps. Or learn French. Those are all fine goals—but not great ones. Here’s a great goal: this year, become a better man. Too general? In practical terms, sure, but in real terms I don’t thinks so. It’s … Read More
