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.”
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.
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.
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.