Matthew Zapruder examines his relationship with poetry and with his father. Despite being two men with great facility for precise language, they were unable to use it to bridge the distance between them. In likening poems to people, Zapruder posits that the most beautiful thing about the poems most important to him is that their gravity and meaning cannot fully be articulated.
Dave Cameron profiles David Forsee, a man with a fatal lung disease who chose to end his life under Canada’s right to die legislation. As his time diminishes, Forsee and his friends and caregivers struggle to be at peace with the choice he made and the time he has left.
A new breed of hard-working Canadians are living aspirational lifestyles that push them beyond their means, and their credit card debt threatens to overtake them, and the country.
If its sounds like a nightmare to be stuck on a boat full of followers of Canada’s conservative media provocateur and Breitbart acolyte Ezra Levant, well, you’re in luck: one liberal writer took that trip so you won’t have to.
Even now, as someone who has lived in Toronto for almost two decades, I cannot shake the Quebec out of me. Both professionally and socially, I notice that my human bonds grow fastest and strongest with other members of the Quebec diaspora. Those multiply nested countercultures seem to give us a unique outlook on life—a combination of self-awareness, clannishness, polyglotism, and cosmopolitan posturing that often leaves us chatting alone, amongst ourselves in the kitchen, at parties in Toronto and Vancouver. The jokes we tell and the questions we ask may be in English. But the backstory comes with French subtitles.
While his American neighbors to the south argue over a Muslim registry and deportations, one Canadian imam works to save fellow Muslims from radicalization. Enlightening people with knowledge is his true jihad.
At The Walrus, Kevin Patterson writes on how his fraternal twin brother embraced nerditry to navigate the homophobia of small-town Canada in the ’70s.
For one Canadian mining company, measuring the real price of gold requires counting environmental destruction and large scale sexual violence against women.
I was just a few hours shy of the Earth’s summit and feeling deceptively strong. My blood was turning to sludge; my brain and lungs were slowly swelling as my heart pounded against my chest. I was dying, but I felt inspired. Optimistic even. I was three hundred metres into the Death Zone, yet still hours away from my goal.
How a single ancient tree in western Canada became a nationwide celebrity and media sensation, as well as the powerful image environmental groups needed to try to slow the ongoing destruction of the country’s old-growth forests.