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Writing While Worried

Fanny Britt

‘Just as it can spur me on, worry is adept at stifling and silencing.’

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The Book Tree

Larry Tremblay

‘I dreamed of dictionaries. I crammed myself with liquorice, honeymoons, caramels.’

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What is it that hurts?

France Daigle

‘Our visibility and our affirmation as a people is established through our language.’

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The Canada Pictures

Douglas Coupland

‘In the year leading up to this I started collecting objects that, in some way, evoked a sense of Canadianness in me.’

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Tshinanu

Naomi Fontaine

‘Language is a risk that a nation takes. If a language survives, its people do too.’ Translated from the French by David Homel.

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Écrire Avec Facultés Affaiblies

Fanny Britt

Comme il a grandi, j’ai pensé, puis j’ai passé la débarbouillette sous l’eau tiède du lavabo de la salle de bain.

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L’Arbre aux livres

Larry Tremblay

En ce temps si proche, Dieu était partout et personne ne pouvait l’assassiner.

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Tshinanu

Naomi Fontaine

Plus tard, ils me diront comme tu étais un grand homme. Un savant. Un érudit de la chasse.

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Reign of Trauma | Discoveries

Eleanor Chandler & Josie Mitchell

A round-up of our favourite essays, stories and videos published elsewhere.

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Clown School

Nuar Alsadir

Political resistance, poetry, self-revelation all spring from that provocative, impish drive to burst free from external constraints.

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The File: Lost Then Found

A.M. Homes

‘Even for those of us who feel we have integrated our history, there can be fragments, like shrapnel, that push to the surface without warning.’

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Explain Her to Me

Lucy Scholes

Lucy Scholes on Harvey Weinstein, #MeToo and Rebecca Solnit

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Language In Exile

Mireille Gansel

One summer’s day, for the first time, Mitzi broached the past. Past in the present, so present, with everything it had deposited in this room that suddenly seemed so vast. Everything that the grim tide deposits on the shores of a life.