Aïcha is 13. Before she met Baz she was always angry, burning with anger. She trailed her broken childhood around with her, trying her best to avoid her mom, old creeps, and the used needles in the park. But now she’s in love. For the first time, she can see the stars shining in the sky above her neighbourhood in Montreal. Will she get her happy ending?
If you’re the slightest bit squeamish, or a lifelong vegan, you might find yourself skimming over a few sections of this novel. Then again, you might just end up being morbidly fascinated by how close it takes you to nature. Poacher’s Faith is a tale to be savoured.
Each paragraph is a snapshot of everyday life on the reserve, a description of a photo or a memory in the narrator’s mind’s eye, the writing “soft as a partridge’s belly.” And the result is quite beautiful.
François Barcelo is a difficult author to pigeonhole. Peter McCambridge takes a look at at his most recent work to examine his recipe for grisly deaths and belly laughs.
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Je me souviens. I remember. The official motto of Quebec is right there on every license plate in the province, and it’s carved in stone over the door to the Parliament Building in Quebec City. It’s also the title of Martin Michaud’s latest detective novel, his third, featuring Montreal Detective Sergeant Victor Lessard.
“In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.” While the names of his three vessels—the Niña, Pinta, and Santa María—may ring familiar, the details of Columbus’s inaugural voyage don’t fit as neatly into the answer lines of history exams.
Antoine is an equal opportunity hater. To enjoy Variétés Delphi we must join him. “As we read we throw aside the trammels of civilization, the flimsy veil of humanity. ‘Off, you lendings!’”