Introduction

Beautiful Risks: An Introduction to “À la prochaine fois”: 1995 and Literature in Post-Referendum Quebec, Summer 2015 Svpplement

René Lévesque finished his concession speech for the 1980 sovereignty referendum with a phrase that would ingrain itself in Quebec’s psyche for the next 35 years: “À la prochaine fois.”
Fiction

An Excerpt from Captive [Anabiose], Translated by David Scott Hamilton

Another day. I think. How long before someone notices my absence?

L’Horloge

Jessie meant to listen for those three notes, the three notes that seem to come from deep within the subway tunnel, doon doon doon, an ascending major triad like three quarters of a barbershop quartet.
Poetry

Francophones d’Amérique (Francophones of America), Translated by Scott Marentette

For many spiritual vagabonds / for a multitude of intellectual fraudsters

Three Poems

Casseroles

Fall 1995

Raison de vivre ou de mourir (Reason for Living or Dying), Translated by Scott Marentette

Essays

The History of the Decline and Fall of Quebec According to Denys Arcand

In the final scene of Denys Arcand’s L’Âge des Ténebrés (Days of Darkness), protagonist Jean-Marc Leblanc (Marc Labrèche) sits in a lakeside cottage in rural Quebec peeling a bushel of apples, having fled a life of quiet desperation in Montreal.

Some Thoughts on the Wrapping Text

I want composition multiplied in reflections. I write what I think of as a wrapping text.

English as a Second Language in Which to Have Anxiety Meltdowns

Some sort of essay-memoir thing about the 1995 referendum, English as a second language, and growing up with video games.
Interviews

A 19-Year-Old’s Referendum: An Interview with Heather O’Neill

I met Heather O’Neill and her publicist in the lobby of the Holiday Inn on Carlton Street in Toronto. It was early May, and O’Neill was in the city to talk on the panel “What Women Write” at the Pages Unbound Festival.
Reviews

A Product of Its Time: A Review of Heather O’Neill’s The Girl Who Was Saturday Night

There are many ways in which Heather O’Neill’s The Girl Who Was Saturday Night asks us to suspend our disbelief.