Dave Robson 
If you attended a Remembrance Day service, you may have noticed this: it’s not just senior citizens anymore. A lot of young guys are combat veterans. A decade at war produces reams of writing, memoirs and reporting, some of it good, but most of it bad. The books at the … Read More
The return of frost on Toronto’s leaves marks the separation of the pretenders from true tobacco enthusiasts. As the temperature drops, cackling frat boys and label-flying philistines douse their cigars and call it a winter, while true aficionados simply bundle up while they smoke out of doors, banished by cautious … Read More
For an awful lot of us, shaving has become a chore, and razors a five-bladed joke. The best answer to this nonsense—and a razor that looks like a matchbox car is nothing but nonsense—is a traditional wet shave. If you’ve never been for a shave at a real barbershop, this … Read More
A six hundred-page autobiography rarely finds its way onto my reading pile. It won’t be on a Booker list, and it isn’t a reporter’s war memoir. Admitting this feels odd, but: I really, really enjoyed Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story. Not convinced you want a book that’s hefty … Read More
Yet again, owners and players failed fans, and since I can’t read yet another quote from Bettman or Fehr without retching, I paid a visit to the most knowegeable sports fan I know, Rick Foley. Rick played twenty years of hockey in a motley collection of leagues like the WHL, AHL … Read More
