Translation

“I am a reader because I have my own view of literature; what it should be; what buttons to sew on a novel’s sleeves…”

From a small-town childhood to a postwar lumber camp to the throes of the Quiet Revolution, Des lames de pierre keeps returning to one central concern: What does it mean to set words down on paper?

A straightforward detective story full of great, gritty, and questionable characters quickly spins into a self-reflexive narrative, twisted in on itself.

Le sermon aux poissons is the first book in a Lisbon-based trilogy that loves nothing more than to blur the lines between myth and reality.

Every year the thought of a new Blais keeps us afloat, our heads above water, promising us that, once we’ve finished our homework, we will be free, at last, to go out and play.

When, at the moment of her last rites, the priest asked my great-grandmother if she was afraid of death, she answered, “Death, Father, I have seen it 17 times.”

Deslauriers’ work often focuses on adolescence, that fragile, fumbling period when “we are tightrope walkers. Anything can tip us over.”