I avoided reading Beloved when it appeared in 1987. Toni Morrison won a Pulitzer Prize for it, and later she became the first African American to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, but I still stayed away. For decades, I heard the book was difficult — the events in it so evil, so…
Joyce Wayne
Joyce Wayne was included in Best Canadian Essays 2021 for “All the Kremlin’s Men.”
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While I was first reading these two novellas by Nora Gold, a man was charged for threatening a Jewish city councillor in Toronto and a cartoon depicting Benjamin Netanyahu as a bloodsucking vampire appeared in La Presse, the second-largest newspaper in Quebec (it was later removed). The Toronto police had just reported a significant rise in antisemitic…
The devices outgrew us. We couldn’t control them. I know; I helped build them.— On the Beach (1959)
How, they ask, could I, being who I now am and understanding what I now understand, ever have said and done the things I am describing? — Tony Judt
They became more common after Russia’s invasion of Ukraine: stories about…
This past July, the Jewish historian and activist Irving Abella died. His obituary reminded me of None Is Too Many: Canada and the Jews of Europe, 1933–1948, the ground-breaking book he co-wrote with Harold Troper, and especially of Ottawa’s abysmal history of exclusionary immigration policies. Before, during, and directly after the Holocaust — even when Hitler’s intention to annihilate European Jewry was known — the country accepted fewer than 13,000 Jewish…
I always say this but it’s true, there areso many thingsI don’t understand,I don’t mean steak tartare,
I mean irony, corpses, how to not
see yourself everywhere in comparison.
How to see instead what’s there.
— Anne Carson
My sweeping experiment with life on the left began when I was nineteen and living in a student commune in…
Seventy-five years ago, three days after Japan formally surrendered, bringing the Second World War to a close, Igor Gouzenko vanished from the Soviet embassy on Charlotte Street in Ottawa’s tranquil Sandy Hill neighbourhood. Over the next forty-eight hours, something of a legend was born. The details and chronology differ depending on the teller, but most agree that…