Exposing the Soft Underbelly of the Legal System: A Review of Darlene Madott’s Winners and Losers

Exposing the Soft Underbelly of the Legal System: A Review of Darlene Madott’s Winners and Losers

I approached Winners and Losers, Darlene Madott’s latest literary offering, with high expectations. Her last book, Dying Times, was a tight braid of narrative that wove together high stakes legal affairs with tense family relations – especially sibling rivalry—while dissecting sensitive issues of life and death, mortality, dignity, and honour. That’s a tough act to follow. But she rises to…

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Damage and Repair: A Response to Roberto Marra’s Paintings

Damage and Repair: A Response to Roberto Marra’s Paintings

Roberto Marra makes physical what is felt but not seen. We’ll come back to this. As an artist I am usually in the habit of looking rather than writing about the work of others. To ease in, I made lists of words while spending time with Marra’s paintings. Here is the first set: carve cut embed bury smother entangle grow…

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IN MEMORIAM: Remembering Len Gasparini

IN MEMORIAM: Remembering Len Gasparini

Curated by George Elliott Clarke When poet Leonard Gasparini passed away in October 2022, aged 81, lost was one of the most dynamic connections to the first modern(ist) generation of “Italo-Canadian” poets, I mean, those – like Pier Giorgio Di Cicco – who coruscated across the pages of Di Cicco’s trailblazing anthology, Roman Candles (1978). Compiled here are eight reminiscences…

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Another Timeless Italian Tradition

Another Timeless Italian Tradition

It may have been a spoonful of sugar for the family, yet it always left a bitter taste on my tongue. As we sat to a steaming bowl of pasta, it would show up uninvited but never unexpected. With each passing week, another phone call announced a new wedding engagement. Come lunchtime every Sunday, my grandmother, Nonna Carmela, couldn’t help…

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The House

The House

I’ve never visited Grace Street, but draft an image from my mother’s stories. The brick is brownish-yellow; a leafless skeleton of ivy radiates in snow. Neighbour noises leak into the front lawn—the rattle of a gate rammed shut, followed by ma va fa’un— chicka-dee-dee-dee splitting through street, trash and compost huddle on the curb. Slabs of concrete escort you past…

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