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.
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?”
My Canada, 81/150: The oenophile’s escarpment
What little I know about wine, I first learned because I’ve lived within a couple hours’ drive of the Niagara wine region.
My Canada, 80/150: The County’s best bottles
If Billy Munnelly decides to live Prince Edward County, you know there’s promise a’coming in the County’s wines.
My Canada, 79/150: Blessed be the B.C. wines
In the B.C. winery beginning, there were monks. And God’s monks, said, “let the earth produce grapes, and our monastery produce wine.” History does not record if God saw that it was good, but that was indeed the beginning of wine-making in British Columbia when Oblate monks first planted grapevines at their Kelowna mission in…
