Callwood had no problem whatsoever with being a journalist and marching in the parade.
Category: Culture – literature
My Canada, 91/150: Printing a nation
One of my favourite little museums in Canada is the Mackenzie Printery in Queenston, Ontario.
My Canada, 89/150: The play’s the thing
A play needs to be remounted to remain art its audience can experience. Many new Canadian plays launch, then disappear.
My Canada, 87/150: The many colours of Kamal
I didn’t know much about Kamal’s personal story, when he was a theatre reviewer and I a theatre publicist.
My Canada, 85/150: The world we want, and the world we have
I think of these authors, in my private filing system, as “my Canadian thinkers.”
My Canada, 84/150: Taking her time
I’ve never heard that audience quiet down faster than when Teva Harrison began speaking.
My Canada, 83/150: The grand man of letters
Davies’ novels can be wickedly funny, funnily old world, and are crammed with capital “C” characters.
My Canada, 82/150: Friend of my youth
To grow up as a girl with ambitions in a Canadian small town meant facing the sneer, “Who do you think you are?”