Stories

The Pram in the Hall

October 24, 2017

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall. – Cyril Connolly My son Gabe and his wonderful partner Anna got married this summer. It was a joyous wedding, a moving ceremony they wrote themselves performed by a good-humoured officiant. Afterwards came a reception hosted by Anna’s brother. Good […]

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How to Record an Audio Book

October 5, 2017

So there I was in the studio, listening to actor Pascal Langdale tape the narration of my novel Mad Richard for an audio book. Born in England, educated at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, Pascal has a jaw-dropping range of accents and tones ready to deploy. Here was the soft voice of […]

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Writing Tip: Keep a Notebook

September 28, 2017

I’m a big advocate of writers carrying notebooks. You can jot down thoughts, overheard conversations—I’m a terrible eavesdropper—sights you want to call up later. Recently, a father was trying to coax his daughter out of a car parked on our street. “If you could move at any speed beyond painfully slow, that would be very […]

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Writing Tip: Listen for the Bell — and Billie Holiday

September 20, 2017

The question is, how does a writer recognize what is uniquely her material? Save herself from wrong turns, dead ends, dead writing? The subject has always been central to me—an obsession—and years ago, I was able to ask two very distinguished men how it had played out in their careers. One was John Hammond, the […]

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Notebook Download: Flanny on the Danny

August 23, 2017

I was walking out recently, being a flaneuse on the Danforth. A flanny on the Danny. At Pape, a pigeon flew down from a store awning into the path of people heading for the subway. Turning, it flew close to the face of one woman, who didn’t even flinch, before winging around the head of […]

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So you want to Bird in Sedona

June 22, 2017

A day and a half in Sedona: it wasn’t much time, but our hockey team had gone to Arizona for a tournament, and we made the most of our days off. The pools at our hotels, the hot tubs, the meditation classes and massages. Then there were the hikes. For me, hiking involves looking for […]

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Mad Richard: The ancestral dog

April 11, 2017

Of all the things to find in the family boxes this weekend, as my novel Mad Richard launches: this pooch, whose photo was taken in the 1870s or 80s. Turns out it was the dog of someone mentioned in the novel: Henry Verrall. Uncle Henry Verrall, it says on the back of the photo, the […]

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Racism in the Attic: The Family Boxes – 2

March 22, 2017

When I said it was a vile and racist book, I meant extraordinarily vile and deeply racist. I tried to read it: The Clansman, by Thomas Dixon, nestled so innocently in the box of inherited books. What had my husband’s grandfather been thinking, not just in buying it, but keeping it for long enough that […]

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Racism in the Attic: The Family Boxes

March 13, 2017

What do you do when you discover a vile and racist book in your boxes of inherited stuff? Burn it? Compost the pages on the principle of beating swords into ploughshares? Throw it in the garbage where it belongs? I’m speaking of The Clansman, a novel written in 1905 by Thomas Dixon, the basis of […]

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Book Review: M Train by Patti Smith

February 22, 2017

Appropriately enough for a book by a musician–a wandering minstrel–I read Patti Smith’s memoir, M Train, on planes and in a hotel room. I was attending the American Booksellers Association convention, flying to and from Minneapolis to promote my novel, Mad Richard. Since the flight home was hours late, I finished Smith’s book about the […]

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