One of my favourite little museums in Canada is the Mackenzie Printery in Queenston, Ontario.
My Canada, 90/150: The long shadow of Robert Lepage
Lepage, when he talks to an audience, is charming and self-deprecating; it is from his shadows that the power of his art arises.
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, 88/150: A poet laureate’s path
Poet George Elliott Clarke, then as now, may be one of the world’s true joyful beings.
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, 86/150: Operatic endeavours
In any account of Canadian opera, Harry Somer’s Louis Riel is singled out as an important work.
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.
