I have over a thousand Johnny Cash songs in my collection, even all his albums from the eighties, about which less said is better. It’s all carefully curated too; I’ve uploaded all of it to iTunes, categorized it, rated it, and listened to it in order—every single studio album, live … Read More
A few pages into his memoir Confessions from Correspondentland, we learn that Nick Bryant got his first notoriety by breaking into Piers Morgan’s office. Morgan, then the editor of British tabloid and Rupert Murdoch vehicle News of the World (which was shuttered after a phone hacking scandal), had previously put … Read More
Fire and ice may have seemed good enough apocalypses for Robert Frost—but his was a simpler time. Or perhaps he possessed a more optimistic imagination than Margaret Atwood, who envisions the end of the civilization as the culmination of widespread environmental degradation, the cutthroat commodification of biology, and the hubristic … Read More
Plenty of Canadian novels want to talk about how fucking cold it is in February, with bonus points if said cold is a metaphor for endurance; presumably, the kind of endurance required to withstand four years of high school English class discussing Canadian novels where it’s very fucking cold in … Read More
Indulge me for a second. Ever stuck around the Horseshoe Tavern, or wherever your local notable music venue may be, a couple too many hours after last call? A space once packed, now cavernous, walls of sound replaced with echoes, notes of stale beer hanging like curtains—and there’s you and … Read More
