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In equal balance justly weighed

Slouching toward Democracy

Where have all the wise men gone?

By Populist Demand

When urban and rural voters went separate ways

David Macfarlane

David Macfarlane is the award-winning  author of The Danger Tree and other books.

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Was Like Nightfall

Knockin’ on Homer’s door June 2024
Speaking of the Iliad . . . I first heard Bob Dylan’s album Blood on the Tracks in 1975. I was living on Sackville Street in a three-storey, comfortably old apartment building that, like a lot of comfortably old things in Toronto, is no longer there. The summer was hot and…

Design Lines

Here, there, over, and away December 2023
When people come over, things get put away. After things get put away, things get put out. Chips, usually. The process is inexorable, though what is removed from an interior space before guests arrive varies from neighbourhood to neighbourhood. A rowing machine and the kitty litter present their specific challenges of temporary storage in a downtown one-bedroom on the thirty-second…

At a Snail’s Pace

My summer with James Joyce July | August 2023
I hate Scrabble. It gives me a headache. My wife, who is an avid player, knows not to ask me to draw seven tiles — mostly because I’m so bad at figuring out what to do with them. “ ‘And’? That’s the best you can do?” But I’m a good sport, and so when invited to play by friends who are unaware of my inability to think beyond one-syllable…

Woke This Morning

Plumbing the depths of a word June 2023
I am not sure when my personal habit of Woke started, though I do know it comes from a time in my life when the bathroom was not entirely my own. I’m equally uncertain why I called it Woke in the first place, though claiming that I called it anything is a bit of an…

Artist as a Young Man

Remembering David Blackwood November 2022
I was not yet two when my mother took me to Newfoundland. This must have been 1953 or ’54. I’d check the date, but there’s nobody I can ask anymore. I was the first of four children, the first grandchild on my mother’s side. I was born in Hamilton, Ontario, which is where my father lived all his life and my…

This Old Thing?

The clothes that make the man June 2022
What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow. — Ovid As I awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, I lay in bed wondering what to wear. This was not so luxurious a pastime as it may sound. This was not lounging. Think of it as more like lying in bed and wondering what to do about becoming a…

You Talkin’ to Me?

Beneath the dome lights June 2021
One reason to purchase and read Marcello Di Cintio’s Driven is to show support for a beleaguered sector of the non-fiction world: the pitchless, outline-free book. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea whether a pitch or outline was involved in the creation of Driven. It just doesn’t feel that…

The Magical History Tour

It was the summer of ’69 January | February 2021
Conclusions about books drawn from single sentences are reckless adventures, if you ask me. Words don’t operate fully as words except in the presence of other words. The same is true of sentences, which depend on context for their resonance. It is in the variations of their echoes that nuance is established. And nuance, as it turns…