Here is a history book with a personality as offbeat as its subject: the futuristic and ill-fated Bricklin Safety Vehicle‑1 sports car from the 1970s. Dimitry Anastakis has authored other works on the Canadian auto industry, but none are as epic — or as playful — as Dream Car. Its scholarly bona fides are…
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David Wilson bought his first car, a 1965 Plymouth Valiant, for $75 in 1980.
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Bob Dylan was just shy of his twenty-first birthday in the spring of 1962 when he strode into the Columbia Records studios in New York City to begin recording his second album. His first, released a month earlier to lukewarm reviews and sluggish sales, consisted mostly of adaptations of well-worn folk songs. The new album, eventually titled The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan…
The British historian and biographer Mark Lewisohn had already written or co-authored six books on the Beatles when he set out, in 2003, to research and write what he promised would be the definitive history of the band. Tune In, the first volume in The Beatles: All These Years, a planned three-part…
Eric Reguly, the Globe and Mail’s European bureau chief since 2014, grew up in a newspapering family. So did I. Our fathers had the good fortune to work in print journalism during its heyday in the 1950s and ’60s, when papers turned a handsome profit and newsrooms teemed with reporters, most of them male and the best of them whip-smart and…
Will Ferguson’s latest novel, The Finder, is cinematic in its twists and turns. The narrative globe-trots across three continents, threading together stories of far-flung characters linked by a shadowy figure with a knack for tracking down lost items and a reputation for ruthlessness. It’s hard to resist casting a movie adaptation. A mid-career Al Pacino would star in the title…
I have a drinking problem, or so I am told. It’s not that I drink too early in the day or get stroppy or do things I regret the morning after. My problem, apparently, is that I don’t drink enough. You could say that alcohol and I got off to a bad start. I’ll spare you the…
I’m sixty-five years old. For about sixty of them, I’ve been an airplane geek. I’m not as hard-core as some, but I’m geek enough to know the difference between a turbojet and a turbofan, a Beaver and an Otter. But recently I heard a story I’d never heard before.
It took place on a late winter day in…